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 […]
Tag Archives: solitude
Wide-Eyed
I palmed a polished pebble sensed its surface — skin- like; stayed silent, strong between my breath and seashell-sounds of self. I talked to scents of spring spiderwebbed myself an […]
Recipe for solitude
solitude is wind a voice of trees it’s sunshine soil birdsong sprung from spring a flowerbudded restlessness solitude is anticipation of a footpath warm and needle smooth to be bare- […]
Silence
Silence. Once I craved it, breathed caesuras, rare moments when cacophonic demands paused. My days were filled with “Mother please… “, “I don’t want…” or “Later mom…”. . Now I […]
Deluge me
Fingernails are cutting burning pain inside my palm; acid bubbling; rumble; maiming mind with loneliness. deluge me breathing deep finding solace seeking solitude in ways that clouds are forming raining […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 