Sower of discord
United, united, frizzled. un-tied we are seekingfor accurate facts in the men-ding of fragments, tid-bits and morsels affirmingbeliefs,beliefs we always have carried deep in the core of our guts; convictionscoming from […]
Monthly Archives: December 2020
Night-thirst
The only tune that’s played tonightwhere darkness deeply neststhis bloodlust rushing in my veins,this thirst! I cannot rest.I walk the passage to your roommy footfalls hungry, hushedas perished roses left […]
Withered Safe
I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rainno wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rookscan find my hidingplace, my inglenook,It’s warm and lonesome; I am dulled; the painyou left […]
After and before are words
After all our warsthe blood-lust carnage, after pilfering and rapes.after burning bookswhen all is silent, slowing under sullen skies;after every word has bled and turned to ash,where bread is bonesand wine is bloodthe […]
The comfort of darkness
The aged librarian finds in pre-dawn a comfort of calm,still unblemished by the quarrel from books;not tainted by syllables bleeding from paper-cut scars.he might love them like children, but also a father […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 