I care for carvings
I cannot count each layer laid, on the back of bark, from rise of sap, for every year a ring for every spring I’ve grown. I have seen the aged […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Books and dragonflies
The river is both change and sameness It’s an endless new beginning from its birth in raindrops, rivulets and streams through the rush of waterfalls, the sluggish movement under bridges […]
Cataract
He built his home with ink on paper, his world was walled with words. And with myopic eyes he gardened in the soil of sagging shelves, he sowed with books […]
Oolong tea
“Is the library like woods or sea? Do books resemble trees or waves?” Maybe they are both, the aged librarian ponders as he stirs his Oolong tea while sifting through […]
A librarian’s name
It was a bright and sunny day when he first entered the library; he had a name that wasn’t borrowed from the books. His name was given and told of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 