Onus of gloom
We carried the onus of gloom, of a dying October, of silence draped over rot and decay. We were cold and had tried, we had lied. but there was nothing […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Untitled (Cardamom Coffee)
i.I speak to maps,with my writer’s fingertipstracing borders, roadsblisterlessly walked. ii.In his voicedwells the dust of desertsthe scent of rose waterand nostalgic songs. iii.beyond the end of mapsthe world is […]
You; a man of words
You; the man of wordsmuch better than the oneswith which I praiseyour gentle intellect,your extensive handsthat only gives. You; the man who alwaysshows the waywith truthful wordswho sacrificed the modest […]
Heart of stone
If we were masonswe would see,how in every stonedwells the heartof libraries, compassionand cathedralsand bridges closing chasms. yet we cease to listento the granite’s heartbeatbuilding prisonswalls to set apart,and castlesfor […]
Game
I never was the cool or chicI was not le freak,not wild – I merelymixed my tapesprepared to bloom when coolmeant mathor having read Camus,but still I knew the movesand […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 