Gratitude
“Thank you”, he said, again and again, a broken record. On the bottom of the coffee mug were some lonesome coins. His deep-set eyes kept shards and secrets and he […]
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Breathless through the night
At night I fear to face my dreams, the tingle of what I left undone, the haunting sense of things I lost. At an airport, being late realizing that I […]
Anemia
it is not as the white silence of the first snow covering the wilted flowers, not the ambience of city streets of dawn before the mailman arrives. It’s not the […]
Shoelaced
Working from home new habits are forming; walking or running in the morning we are often passing the nearby elementary school. I see the teacher coming early, sometimes I can […]
Still life with strawberries
When working from home during the current heatwave I once again recall how cool an office inside can be. Even now, when it’s close to sunset, our house is too […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 