Limerence
The aged librarian finds pridein being prudent even in the faceof vagrant long-legged visitors,with hips wider than a singlegaze could capture, even if theirpassing presence, tinkly titter,and blossomy essence stiran […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Leap into the void
The library hasno other mirrorsthan the one he foundat twelve noonbetween the stanzasof arcane Tudor poetry.. In this indivisible spacehe saw an unmarked voidthat perfectly fithis vacant soulstill waiting to […]
Forevermore
His books are mirrorsand therefore in the voidbetweeneach volume juxtaposedthe space is infinite; he calls his librarythe universewhere everything (and everyone)but time prevailunchanged,while in the world outsideseason follows seasonand nothing […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 