Constant hum
Since many years ago, my body has forgotten the way it sometimes aches when I had used my arms, how my back could be in pain from bending low to […]
Category Archives: haibun
Skinny dipping a midsummer night
The seemingly eternal twilight of the midsummer night is ripe with the calls from sparrows and finches, We can hear their hurried movement among bramble and bracken. A doe is […]
Cobblestone memory
Walking the streets of Stockholm’s old town we only notice tourists. These last day of spring they flock around the souvenir shops, snap selfies or pull their roller-bags on cobblestones. […]
A simple meal
The best picnic for me, is a meal shared during a walk. It could be a couple of sandwiches and a thermos of tea, maybe an apple or some chocolate. […]
Mountain silence
To wake up to winter silence in a mountain cabin means yet a day of plans fulfilled. The whistle of wind in the chimney would have meant a day of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 