Month of rot
We call August month of rotwhen growth of plants has ceasedand fungus, mold, and microbes rule,when we preserve, ferment and pickleto transform our harvests into food instead of muckIt’s the […]
Being beast
The brooding dawn was a precursor, we should have listened to the traffic holding its breath, sky a tense diaphragm, throbbing, drenching the newscaster’s voice. We should have prepared but […]
rocks remember
a hand raised skywards, the cairn adorns the summitrocks balanced on rocks sell both end and beginningsso before they retreat, pilgrims kiss the topmost stoneweathered soft as skin, as rocks […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 