The garden of infinite choice
His library is wider than its wallsand taller than the border of its roof, It has oceans, mountains and pathsleading deeper ever deeper into forests. It has galaxies and deep […]
Coming home
I returned a Friday afternoon in late November. Gusts of wind rattled the branches of our ancient oak tree. Dirty patches of snow melted on the sidewalk.The vacant windows darkly […]
The clown always wins
I carry blades behind my bogus acts; my buffoonery barely shadows serpents and a smile as soft as scissors. I am the corpse invitedto your children’s playground,the grin of palest […]
Meatloaf
I trace my finger along the teeth of my Yale key. The metal is tarnished; yellow and spotted with verdigris showing its lack of use. You were always home to […]
Tomatillo harvest
Fermenting in my thoughts a pizza processwake the starterbubbling yearning yeastand later need to knead the dough then add with coriander leaveschilled with chili, tomatillos from the vine, Then toss it, cheese […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 