Waiting for a ride
I remember waiting more when I was young. I still recall the times when you couldn’t lift your cellphone five minutes past the scheduled time. When waiting meant a limbo, […]
Category Archives: haiku
A silent boy
I was a quiet boy who liked to draw, construct, create. Often I withdraw from my boisterous baby sister who filled the rooms with shrieks and laughter. But left alone […]
Because the night…
I remember how Patti Smith sang how night belongs to lovers, and I remember how I used to dance, tethered in your arms. I remember nights of skins, but as […]
How I remember birthdays
What I remember most about my birthdays, is how quickly I forget them. The last day of January in the southern part of Sweden is almost never white with snow, […]
Bridging with patience
The previous day we had hardly left the cabin. Ceaselessly the rain had beaten roof and windows, clouds had licked the soil while gusts of wind had shaken walls and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 