Moon-moment
Moon-moment — stayslow seconds to hourslet hours be years,turn never into forever, let your silver expandlet it spill, stretch your fingers‘cross waves. over water Moon-moment — wait with me gently […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A thin man dressed in brown
October dress himself in browna thin man with a pumpkin facehis hands are palewith tapered fish-like fingersslipping through your hair,both lover and a murdererbut stillhe wears his boots with pride, […]
Dumpster citizens
I know you hate us. We who walk namelessly and know the shadows best.Sunshine hurts us, so at dawn, we slither into cul-de-sacs hunting for the dumpster darkness. We rest […]
Communion
Let not yourself be firstor curseyour neighbor’s thirstbut dare to share consent, confirm, confessand split communion in vatic trust. Let me be we and yoube usembrace them please,invite themhim and […]
Moon-secrets
Have you ever listened to the moon? Really listened; have you ever marveled at Its silver tongue? Have you seen how well it speaks of autumn even when the summer […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 