Estranged from the subway
It’s been eleven weeks since last I took the subway, dived into the underground, and shared a common space with other travelers. I have not been seated next to strangers […]
Category Archives: haibun
My lady, my tea
Your name is the secret slowly distilled from hilltops shadowed by clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. Anointed […]
Normal
Working from home has become a habit. I am now into my fifth week away from the office and gradually we are settling into a new normality. We have tried […]
Mars, ashamed
I never saw the sky that evening when Mars was bright. It was overcast and my thoughts were traveling on insignificant spreadsheet trajectories while I twilight-pedaled on my way home […]
Daylight
I think of spring in terms of daylight more than snow. This morning was the first morning of this year when I saw my shadow while bicycling to work. Sunrise […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 