Sunset working from home
At home today, Monday, three o’clock and I go for tea. Only a few steps from my desk to the kettle: another habit; a short break, a brief relapse. But […]
Category Archives: haibun
Five days before All-Saints
The street lights reflecting in the wet asphalt and leaves cannot penetrate the deeper shadows beside the foot-path. We walk in silence as I think of my childhood, both my […]
Moon-secrets
Have you ever listened to the moon? Really listened; have you ever marveled at Its silver tongue? Have you seen how well it speaks of autumn even when the summer […]
Fog-silenced
When the path leads onward over rocks and crags with only cairns to lead the way our hope of catching the promised view had diminished. We had started in the […]
Perfecting crust
It’s pathetic really, but I blame our pandemic restriction, having to work from home, I become a villager, walking around the neighborhood watching the same gardens slowly changing from winter […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 