March Madness
To the sound of tom-cats the moon unveils her pockmarked face. I walk across the frozen grass knowing that the snow drops droop to the weight of frost. The forecast […]
Category Archives: haibun
Peeping Tom
No snow, no ice, no winter, still not spring, as we are halfway to vernal equinox we wait both for spring and winter. Midway, in limbo, we listen to the […]
monocrome
…in a state of waiting i could not care if anything i did would mean a thing, unobserved the sky, the trees and wind carried on on living while i […]
Generations beyond
Adrift now for more than the promised seven revolutions around alpha-3400x I sit alone on the seventh skydeck. Gazing into a darkness dotted with celestial bodies I reflect on the […]
Becoming the beach
“Time was a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness.”― Han Kang, The Vegetarian Often as I age I think about sea-glass, I still remember the sharp edges, my toddler-rage, when […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 