Still life
My days are sand and water,as a dying river gently flowing,dawn to dusk, to slaughtertime, diminishing, not growing. My weeks are rock and timberas a castle by the river crumblingspring […]
Tag Archives: soliloquy
Seaward Ho!
At first, you see him aged and grey his beard unkempt, his tie is stained with tea, but still, he asks politely “How may I help you, dear” he is […]
To change or to be changed
To change or to be changed; that’s the difference between the noblest art of suffering or to sling the arrows for your future. It’s either to take arms against the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 