Symbiosis
The dusk arrives as a hesitant guest,as an April sigh in May, stirring updust between Kant and Shopenhauer.The aged librarian sneaks slowlythrough the corridors telling gueststo leave before they turn […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Time of the devil
Sordidly sowinghis seedsof putilent pestilence,we can never unhearhis words —puerile with virulent venomand loathsome resentment. We think we are betteruntil, in our neighborwe seehis seedy reflection,failing to see thatwhat’s boiling […]
Buttercups
We never walked as close like this before;soundlessly we tiptoe closer, closerbut we never touch,still I feel the zephyr of your nearnessas a breeze of attar and the subtle drumthat […]
Burning bridges
It was neither your wild woesnor the cesspool from which you had me salvagethe violent stars you craved;I never heard the muted woodwinds ~ beseeching me to linger ~ only the […]
Spring is on hold
Squeezed — between two weather systems, a persistent northern wind has caused the spring to pause. Drowsy wood anemones bow towards the soil, daffodils are hesitant and the blackbirds are […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 