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 […]
Category Archives: poetry
Nectar
You dress in nectar,in the scentof symphonies,a melody for stringssolo violinand a base of drumsat night the single fluteat dawn the woodwinds blowset in major Cwith minor variationson the cembalowhen […]
While the Wind
Once what were the voiceof cronestheir winter cackle, our buried summersunnamed abused while wind still moanswhat means, arose the voice of mummersto make us calm, aware of secret caveswhere sea […]
What it is?
It’s not the ache nor a dutynot greednot sacrificenot possession or controlnot conditional or transactionalnot boundless in space nor in timeit can never be neglectedbut need to be nurtured neither […]
Old news
For years,a daily doseof newsof columns and debatereviews of dining, movies,films and bookshas been deliveredand devoured for breakfastalways dividedso I take the artwhile my wife take the news(her subscription — […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 