Blackbirds again
Blackbirds, blackbirds from thickets and from trees, before the buds have broken, they greet me when I walk through woods. I have understood that the Eurasian blackbird is a true […]
Tag Archives: prose
Life is a lie
You babble about hope, forgiveness and peace when bodies are piled in ditches, I hear you but have to digress;I cannot listen but talk what you please.Of future spring and […]
Tonight to forever
Valentine and we walk towards the sea, your hand, a bird nesting in mine. The night is the shadows of slumbering trees, it is winged with our dreams in the […]
Being lucky
Dawn crawled through the trenches, across the ground, pockmarked by yesterday’s mortars, rattling the skeleton-branches of oaks. Sergeant Harper coughed, the claws of mustard gas ripping his throat. Was he […]
Shoelaced
Working from home new habits are forming; walking or running in the morning we are often passing the nearby elementary school. I see the teacher coming early, sometimes I can […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 