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 […]
Category Archives: haiku
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 […]
Daylight yielding
Close to Equinox the daylight yields to night at such a rapid rate. We are getting used to breakfast and dinner being eaten in electric light. When we transition into […]
Summer evening
Outside Stockholm it is close to eight o’clock in the evening. The sun shines through the living room windows and I hear the loud singing from a party of students […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 