Where is the rain?
Where is our rageagainst murder and rapecommitted for glory in hate? Where went compassion,or reasons to sharefor those who have less? Where are our tearsfor the felling of treesand poisoning […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Monday Morning
The cooing of a dovepulls me from my vivid dreamsto sorrows for the world,since the dreamswill not welcome me backI leave the bedletting the floor coolthe soles of my feetwhile […]
Partner in Crime
Amanda collected her thoughts while washing her hand; ridding herself of the past. Slowly she scrubbed her nails, lathering skin, seeing in suds how the future gathers. In vine, bush, […]
Splendor below
Why do trees concealthe splendor of their roots? Pablo Neruda, Book of questions. In the gilded ballroomdebutants and Botox matronstwerk and twirl to catch the attention from thewhite-masked dinner-jacket-men “There […]
Open the books
The weight of the wordsin the library winonly and only when readwhen spread on the streetsfor living and dead. But when the wordsbend for the swords of the mighty.when burning […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 