Flower moon and fawns
When the flower moon turns its pale face to the evening dusk, the sun has barely set. Black-birds still holler and the scent of bird cherries fills the May twilight. […]
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Spring is on hold
Squeezed — between two weather systems, a persistent northern wind has caused the spring to pause. Drowsy wood anemones bow towards the soil, daffodils are hesitant and the blackbirds are […]
Counting seasons
In this pandemic, days are added to days. Season follows season, and we have started to count the time in years. We can go on to live like this, as […]
Becoming
Remembering awakening in my bed, the grownups talking in the living room outside my room. My blue-walled bed was open on one side so I could have tiptoed out to […]
Shadowed silence
During the first days of the pandemic, the world grew silent as if in chock. Even the wind faded and the water surface mirrored the pale whiteness of the overcast […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 