Scribbled in the Snow
It shines in the garden,in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,in the brim of my father’s hatas he walks on the gravel.Mark Strand, The Garden Midday today, it started […]
Path and bed
Soft as pillows,unbroken sea of snow,free untilwe carve our tracksnorthward boundweek upon weekthrough white-out, stormsand april sunsnow both path and beduntil at lastwe reach an endto meet the spring. A […]
Mercy
Understanding my deceits did not come easy. You tried to tell me. You cried, you cursed. You tried silence and sweetness, even bribing me with food (your bipimbap was delicious). […]
No Ladders of Escape
She breaks the whiteto fragments of eternal hues,never caringif they match the draperies of absent suns;she ceased to care about horizonsto gaze above for verticalsto climb,escape from the gilded cageof […]
Brain-rot cage
The cages that we buildwith screenswith updates, likes and chatswith never sitting down to eatdiscuss or face a friend. We watch the stories, reelsof people eatingbrewing, bakingsometimes making stuffbelieving it’s […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 