Still life with apples
No more honey bees no bumblebees no butterflies no flies or moth no buzz of wilderness to pollinate and afterward silent orchard workers climb the trees to gently brush the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
I knew
When from the sea her wildness blew, Alone I watched the lighthouse shine through crested waves the ship and you, a way to shelter from her lethal brine. Alone I […]
The magician’s oasis
The magician waves his wand, and through the azure haze of mum- bled incantations, you see the sea (miraged) again. He taps his banker’s top-hat to declare that all is […]
Moonless
This moonless darkness bends the boughs of leaf- less oaks, it smothers wind, it mutes the clocks and burdened with its naught it wraps its icicled limbs around my craven […]
Read the label first
Keep out of reach from children, the label read. It looked tasty, though. Smooth, rich, colored purple. “Divine… “, Mabel sighed. She had already consumed four hamburgers with extra fries. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 