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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
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 […]
Away, astray
Stray me darlingdye me purple, dareto swerve meslowly from the groovesof being common. I vow to gigglemadly with the moonto talk to trees at duskto follow youaway, away — astrayfrom […]
Wardrobe musings
Autumn tiptoes yet in high-heel shoes,wears a smock of green,a Summer’s hand-me-down,pretending that her overweight is veiledby Summer’s muslin gauzebut in her wardrobe she has keptlast year’s frizzled tweedof umber, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 