Summer fling
Standing by the shore Elinor’s horizon-eyes brims with winters of deceit. The drowsy sea gives no relief; waves the same as yesterday … as everyday… But these clouds are clearly […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
By steel
he lives by the steelby the blood and the bladeby the sword and the scytheby the edge of the axeby the breaking of boneshe lives by the steel he thrives […]
G(r)azing
I’ve spent pandemic days,garden-gazingwhile keeping the agendaworkingpowerpointing perfectlyI see bursting buds, decayand slowly watch the seasonspassing, dressedin coveralls and sturdy bootsor sometimes chasing squirrelsin its summer dress,giggling with the blackbirds. […]
Summitin’
Don’t juke me babebut join me later.. jazzin’at the club down by the corner;let your hair downand sway your hips with me: let’s by the moon be wild —be wilder […]
Victorious caged
Cagedin his solitude, moonless and lostthe ancient librarian dawdlesthrough dustof interchangeablehexagon chambersfor the last apparition of truthleft in the pulp-fiction-platitudeslost in the wakeof righteous book-burning youths,claiming that knowledge is onlythe […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 