The blue house revisited
The sunlight of night is almost the same, and I watch the misty blue of your house, as it glimpses through the branches as I look at its timber impregnated […]
Category Archives: prose poetry
Carpe Diem Haiku – Luottolako
Luottolako is a high plateau in the nationalpark of Sarek; its remoteness — at least 3 days of strenuous walking from any road —- combined with the many days of […]
Dead Man’s Melons
Dead man still recalls the lost sensations of his final smooth claret, the crystal curvature of expensive glass; cool against his manicured hands, the way his solemn loneliness was reflected […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 