The River
It still makes me cry to remember the fear of us of staying of being bound bleakley to soil, tethered somewhere where it’s greyer, with only the bliss of our […]
Monthly Archives: June 2019
Battlefield green
In the year of the dragon we saw spring turning ashes of war into battlefield green; we listened to wheels from the gravedigger’s wagon drowning in nightingale’s song; we slept […]
Lies of a dice
Every dream is a cross-road where the pilgrim in you is offered the choice between dragon and mice or whetstone and knife and you’re given advice from the lies of […]
Treeheart
My heart is a bloodstone, rootwrapped and cold, runecarved with spells. I found it, just sprung from an acorn, and darkly it gave me a purpose to grow to the […]
Hunger
She watched the twinkle-sorrow as from stars reflected in the calmness of his sacrifice. She sensed the longing of the moonblade in her fist as the serpent hissed: “Spill his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 