Weatherlocked feast
One of the cabins we always try to find our way back to is the Nallo hut. It is situated in a deep valley with wonderful views when weather is […]
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 […]
Making love on battlefields
Less from the ghosts than from a kiss you lost on me, the cemetery comes to life. It’s warm with cluster bombs. It thaws the blue of lips and melts […]
Beneath the canopy
Beneath the canopy is grass and daisy words. And there are eyes in eyes forget-me-nots and hand in hand cause she is her and blood grape sun, a shared champagne […]
Fair
Some days are theme-parks: whack-a-moley spreadsheet-crazy, Clown-grin glitzy packed with task-force spinning merry-go-round email action rollercoaster trips, and jackpots in the slot-machines stretching all the way from dawn to midnight […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 