Asylum
In absence of mirrors imposedby conventions of beautyor personal gracethe aged librarian stillcan see himself as a shadowan apparition or ghostslowly shiftingin his private listof books(both toxic and benign)or as […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Moth-moon
Bracken -brown I breathe, one eye openedcamouflaged, alone. I note the callous sungone pale, grey behind its autumn shroud,almost turning day to night and my moth-mind. moon-mind, flutters skyward higherwhere […]
Being lucky
Dawn crawled through the trenches, across the ground, pockmarked by yesterday’s mortars, rattling the skeleton-branches of oaks. Sergeant Harper coughed, the claws of mustard gas ripping his throat. Was he […]
Darkness deserved
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and […]
Wildly into the void
Today,an autumn filigree,of fiery boughs,branches bendingwith their fronds aflame,todaythe trees are mad;silhouettesagainst the rouge;pink eyed perhaps —they too need emptying;bending and undressingfor the callous handsof fall and fallingto my cozy […]
