Brushstrokes
With gentle brushstrokesthe Autumn tiptoeshums on crimson handsto mark on leavesher amber kiss for equinox;to welcome candle lightand soup for dinnerto whisper rain and windto cover us in fogto rot […]
Five ways to leave
The road to the southtreveres over gentlest of hillsalong rivers and streamswhere we’re shadowed by duskuntil we’re falling asleep. The path to the westwhere we walk against windbeing whipped by […]
Humans again
We lived on illusions, the artificial intelligence we have named “The Guide”. It had entered our brains, manipulating feelings, stealing our dreams and affections. Ever since it took hold on […]
A world set aflame
The world is a vampire, sent to drainSecret destroyers, hold you up to the flamesAnd what do I get, for my pain?Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game (From: […]
Being taught to read
He who can, Does, He who cannot, Teaches.George Bernard Shaw The aged librariancater for the books to rememberthe teachers from his youthwho taught him to quell his curiositywith encyclopedic text […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 