She’s not here
He entered our pub at nine camel-hair-coated and silver-haired a wealthy man far from home but walking to a tune of wealthy woodwind and persuasive percussion, he carried a frown […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Cause and reason
I write because (and how) the rain is wet, because the scent of snow is wild because of cause and reason when winds are mild in spring because (and why) […]
A moonless sky
The moon is shy tonight, I shiver darling let me in shed me skin me slowly with an utmost care, break my armor even when I cry, and… let me […]
Walking in snow
I walked alone today — a wind from the north by my side pushing the restless snow against my opened face. The lake lay silent the trees, unyielding sentinels reflected […]
Kraken it’s not
It’s not in the maelstroem, not in the eddie below, not the monster hiding your sense in the corner of its lidless eye; it’s never the Kraken pulling you down, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 