Let them lose
Let them ban my books, suppress my voiceand I will turn my back and walk awaylisten to the trees to let myself be free Let them bark about their woes […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Lilac and blackbirds
I listen to the blackbirds and stroll in the perfume of lilac blooming remembering the late nights walking home from student parties, I remember endless dusks merging into dawns and […]
Saved by books below
They claimed that books were obsolete, a strainto keep, a home for spiders, dust and moldwe trusted traces, texts in clouds, not drain of ink on paper from the days […]
Building Branches
You cannot see the groomreflected in her eyes,a cousin twice removedneither young nor handsomenot a peasant or accountant,never had ambitionsand doesn’t know her tongue,not her choicejust selectedby her uncles. She […]
Dig your dog
If you dig your dogyou know that walkingmeans you have to mindthe butt-hole scents,left by hounds or mongrels trace of reek to follow,modify,and leave a markto be, becomea king of […]
