Shadows in April
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar A winter day I crave what little sun there is, and still […]
Category Archives: haiku
Weatherlocked feast
One of the cabins we always try to find our way back to is the Nallo hut. It is situated in a deep valley with wonderful views when weather is […]
Both beast and bride
There is something dark about the forests during winter here. The spruce is shadow, and paths are faint. I remember that my mother tied a bell around my neck so […]
Bike and water
I bicycle across the frozen lake on my way to work. It’s almost six kilometer shorter than the path around. A gift of winter and a road for free. A […]
Slave to numbers
Around my wrist I have a gadget that calculates every step I take. The stairs I climb, the hills, every heartbeat and the way I run. It plots the time […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 