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 […]
Category Archives: haiku
Running habits
Running has become a habit. Every Sunday I dress in tights and lace my running shoes, and run the same ten kilometers. It starts by following the shore where I […]
A wall of love
I walked past the department store where a lorry crashed on April 7, and suddenly my mind is filled with what-ifs and whys and hows. I still remember how we […]
Lasagna and blackthorn
One day a year ago we came home with a crockpot, and since it has renewed our cooking. Maybe it has came with age, but I’ve grown to prefer slow […]
Creature of the night
How come that it’s always the worst lyrics that makes us sing-along? Whenever we are out travelling and start to sing along it turns out the song comes from somewhere […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 