Augury birds
Once when hours could be wasted, when seconds were not precious, I could listen to the blackbirds in the middle of a step. I could stop and smile, while running […]
Category Archives: haibun
Midway in my thoughts
The ground is covered in snow, meringue hills undulates in soft shades of white and light grey. The sky is covered in milky clouds and the snow swarms around us […]
No more foghorns
I remember foghorns, scent of salt and how the wind was soaked with rain. In my hometown we knew from childhood that umbrellas are useless in the wind. I remember […]
My fingers cannot curl
In school we learned to write in cursive, and I still recall how we used to copy texts of dinosaurs. The Brontosaurus and Triceratops were teachers showing me how to […]
Consoling the moon
I know you should be blue — my winter moon. You should lend your sheen to snow; you should reflect yourself in ice and not in water. Winter should be […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 