Anemia
it is not as the white silence of the first snow covering the wilted flowers, not the ambience of city streets of dawn before the mailman arrives. It’s not the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Coward
Behind the curtains shadows danceda fight of fists, perchance a lance.Then splattered blood I stood in trance. I never heard the scream, I smelledher blood, I saw my neighbor felled;That […]
Cloudberry Paths
Mountain recollectionslinger in the tasteof cloudberries spoonedover ice-cream slopes. I shut my eyesdream to bendto pick the mire gold,creamy soft,preserved for this. You feed me berriesmaking mountain-plansfor paths to walkfor […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 