Closing time
Chef Dubois stood on a chair addressing his crew. The kitchen-noise subsided as he greeted them all; from sous-chef to hostess, from water-boy to waitress. His team; exhausted, longing for […]
Still life with shoes
Sometimes — swimming in the silent slur of seconds, strained and stretched, knowing you’d be late, I hate to later say, it will be worth this agony when you kiss […]
Counting spider-legs
I had to fight to find my place, in my war for life, I had to claim a cozy cot inside this sheltered uterus carved in fissured gneis, and dig […]
Coming home
I returned a Monday in September; ten days before the autumn equinox. Dusk had started to stretch its hands through our silent forest. A few exhausted leaves rolled leisurely across […]
Most days
Some days are grand and groovy, when you’re grinning, sunshined blessed life is bright, far better than a movie. Some days are nifty, some are best. Other days are dark […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 