Greetings from Oak Ridge
Today, August 6, is Hiroshima day, and my thoughts go back to Oak Ridge Tennessee. More than thirty years ago I spent a few month in this small city close […]
Category Archives: haiku
Room at the attic
Summers of my childhood were sometimes spent in the big countryside manor of my grandparents. Uncles and aunts, cousins and rooms more than we could count. Days followed days in […]
Equinox Babies
Midsummer, when we celebrate daylight, in leisure and fulfillment. Candy for kids and kisses for lovers. In festive for friendship, we dance and we drink, we find what we searched […]
Just walking
Every path starts at our front door. After less than two kilometers we have left the gardens and houses behind. An occasional jogger might pass us and we note that […]
Listen to the leaves
The voice is not from color of the leaves but from the lush words they utter, in the glossy sentences they form from rain and summer, the green syllables they […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 