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 […]
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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 […]
You can call me Al
Before too late, (a first for me) I’m out too see (a)live an aged musician. Tinsel-eyed I wait to call you Al. while people buzz, still crazy after all these […]
Eight views of fall
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath the shadows from a […]
At the therapist
You say it’s only healing while I pick at scabs coping, hoping that someday I’ll learn to live with stitches, stretch of scars and this: my skin’s too thin to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 