Slipping
In downtown Stockholm, the cherry blossoms draw crowds every year. For many years I almost never managed to be there in time to experience it at its peak. The experience […]
Category Archives: haiku
Snowless spring
This last day of March I reflect on how far spring has progressed this year. Yesterday we went for a walk in the local forest. Though the ground is mostly […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 