A road less traveled
A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”, “What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”. “And sorry, I could not travel both”. […]
Tag Archives: Robert Frost
She should be where her children play
She sits outside in rain and snow with cardboard cup to tell us how she left her family behind to feed them from the coins we throw. But people pass […]
Striations in the crust
Kerosene lantern guides my way as end is near to waning day I carve striations in the crust on skis toward remote chalet and guided by the moon I trust […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 