Origin of poetry
The forest is also a library,each tree being a bookevery bough is a sentenceand now as the spring tiptoesover moss and pine needlesthe birch buds are breakingand the books turns […]
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Drummer, solo
The library is taste-and colorless, desert, seaexisting only on the edgeof your atmosphere,some would say it is largerthan the universewhile others claim it’s justa tiny box of liesillusion and a […]
Woodwards
This weekend spring felt close to summer but as other places transition into summer we are still early in spring. The woods are white and blue with anemones, but most […]
Exposures and daffodils
This week we feltfor the first timehow a compassionate breezefrolicking on skin, in hairwhile dandelion yellownessenlighten last year’s grass with thebrightness of sun We erupt in laughterwith the cerulean skies,while […]
Whistleblower
What I called fear of losing faith(or losing face) or being named a fraud,you saidwas being chickenhearted, craven,not standing up,or bending (bowing)to the will of others,of being molded into servitude,you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 