Not yet black ice
October has arrived and for every day the mornings grow darker. I know that soon it’s time for the first frost. Not the sweet touch of cold painting maple leaves, […]
Category Archives: haibun
I metaphor much more
My words are mountains, surfs and breakers. There are days they hesitate and snake like silver rivulets in spring, at other times they foam, cascading with the force of summer […]
Plan to change – Komorebi
I woke up to the sound of raindrops playing on the windowpanes. September comes with either rain or frost, and every morning means you have to think about the way […]
Close to the horizon
To visit an island means to border yourself. There are places of magic where your line vision both expands towards the horizon and shrinks to the small piece of land […]
Summer shower
A summer shower is like a feral cat. It attacks you from behind, icy claws outstretched and if you don’t beware you’re drenched. Today when bicycling from work we had […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 