Ruins
Through the somber silence of this social distance, I sensed some brightness through my ruins of existence A very simple couplet for Frank’s prompt on couplets at dVerse —- March […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The art of writing
The aged librarian still keeps the ancient typewriter he bought from his uncle when he had ambitions of becoming an author. “I must study the masters”, he said. But the […]
Clinging
Clinging to normality, after eating breakfast after having reading the paper we walk from home to back again, where we check-in to work, like any other day we coffee break […]
Come sorceress
My sorceress, come closer come magic me, come wildly spill your web of spider spells, come feed me cauldron kisses come lend me, please, your midnight madness, come moan, come […]
Sea-dirge
The sea lays sullen — singing softly of seven deaths and one. A surface stretched horizonless from water-salt to the somber sky, a piercing pewtered prayer for the brightness of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 