Time is finite
Time is neither the passing of persons, nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay. Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking carefully measured in sand. nor the carcass of hogs […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
The last fly of summer
In the stillness afterwards they saw a sea between them growing, listening to a drowsy fly — bouncing against the window pane. He opened up the window to let a […]
Moses
Moses, kitten, cat of cats, white-sock tabby mountain walker, friend and pillow, suburban shadow willing to be leashed. He stayed with us a summer nineteen seventy six his death will […]
Achilles’ fall
We called him hero, muscles-bulging-stud, stallion, wrestler, runner, hunk of playboy jack of spades, winner and the nation’s hope. … until we saw his heel, the mark of needles, weakness […]
How to be polite
You told me of your rights You told me to be polite to men. When I said nay, you said “obey”. I beg your pardon but — Is it insolence […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 