Tie me not
Tie me not with cashor chain me downto properties or gold; if you say thatfreedom can be cagedI’ll break my bonds;I’ll leave; but whisper wind and wrap me to your lifeand I […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Phoenix
Cagedin solitude, moon-less and lost the ancient librarian shuffles on slippersthrough layers of dustin the limitless librarysearchingfor a final believable apparition in the pulp-fiction-platitudes left in the wakeof the righteous book-burning youths,who claimed that […]
The librarians in Babel
This being human is being a visiting custodianin the library of Babel (that many call the universe); this being human is searching for a pattern in the garbled nonsenseof scattered syllablesstacked in endless […]
In the Vastness of sorrowful thoughts
In the days leading to spring equinox, I sense how the darkness is losing its grip and in its wake follows this numbness of dusk. Today the sky presses its […]
Enjoy the ride
Sleep evades me, brightly movesplaying peek-a-boo;she’s a bright-eyed teasing girlbut I’m tied, subdued. What to do but smileif beguiled by dreams, awake?but laugh, enjoy the ride. Today Grace hosts at […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 