The art of baking your bread
The art of baking a bread starts with knowing the flour. When you smell it, are you transported to wheat fields, to summer and soil? Can you feel the sun […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Her words were avenues
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
Invention of the brightest minds
See sirens of the tabloid press perform heroic feats, draw likes on Instagram. See news on Starbucks cups, inform yourself on silicon and weight loss grams. See kittens of the […]
A dandy’s lament
I was proud, I was tall, as I woke up at noon I had conquered and won, on my costume the gold of awards I’ve deserved for just being an […]
At midnight by the cliff
Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin. She left her bed, and by the moonlit […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 