Mountain silence
To wake up to winter silence in a mountain cabin means yet a day of plans fulfilled. The whistle of wind in the chimney would have meant a day of […]
Tag Archives: snow
Moonlight skis
When I remember father it’s mostly his vicious temper, when the weight of the world ready to cause an outburst, his fits of rage in front of the television. His […]
Lust for blood
The way it looks, in snow with paws between a baby and a bear, brushed with tail, from scattered snow on crust, not melted yet. I know she crossed our […]
A carcass in the snow
Winter is the broken bridge between forgetfulness and memory of songs. Winter is the idle smell between the cinnamon and spring, it’s a carcass in the snow. Winter is forgotten […]
When will the summer melt my frozen tears?
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 