Like a river
The pages of a new book, still unread, is like a river, tentative at first. The aged librarian never reads the blurb but lingers on the foreword he’s basking with […]
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Spark me verses
Breath- less whispers spark me verses shimmer, breeze o’roses, leaves o’green, curl my toes. You spill me grins bubble open shadows melt my scars You skip, you dance my heart. […]
Selling sea-shells
Washed ashore a wish of something more; a hush of shell-trapped sea a tense of past or future lost or maybe just for me alone. You wind, you held us […]
Books and gardens
My garden is a library, my books are flowerbeds. When leafing through my books I find how flowers in my garden are like poems. A few are buds, in splash […]
Bridging with patience
The previous day we had hardly left the cabin. Ceaselessly the rain had beaten roof and windows, clouds had licked the soil while gusts of wind had shaken walls and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 