Moonlight skis
When I remember father it’s mostly his vicious temper, when the weight of the world ready to cause an outburst, his fits of rage in front of the television. His […]
Category Archives: haibun
Northbound train
We are many called for, seeking north. I see an elderly couple waiting; they have mountains in their eyes. We are leaving Stockholm at the break of spring to seek […]
The softest grass
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” ― Mary Oliver There are partings and […]
Next stop des Moines
Our bus is a cocoon; united only few of us diverges into time and space. We ride a comet’s tail, we are encased inside a satellite. Light outside are planets; […]
On skates
On skates, when carried by the wind across the solid glass of ice you feel like flying. Below you see the pale shadows of rocks against the solid black of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 