Where I write
I write — in company of dreams, and squirrels, with an online dictionary in memories of woods. I write — imagining the shape of waves and footpaths marked by cairns […]
Category Archives: poetry
She wears Manilo Bhlanik slippers
The creature from the black water tries in vain to hide her webbed feet in second hand Manilo Bhlanik slippers. Otherwise she dresses plain in old sealskin, kelp and ghostnets. […]
Rosehips before the frost
This poem is not an oak, ancient, sturdy, leafladen, but a wiry willow, windbent, waiting in the brisk of breeze to shred its leaves. This poem is not a scent […]
Shortcut to work
When winter is deep and water’s transformed into ice, the road that we shortcut to work might seem for you an adventure, for us it is normal. When the lake […]
Making sure she is buried
The late Mrs. Emel Mackenzie always came early to better be able to notice the lateness of others, and hence at her funeral the pews had started to fill an […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 