Iron Man
A Man of fortitude shall forge Himself, and know how iron can be tied to muscle-manacles, be gasoline and guns be best to boast but loath how flowers can be […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Tying the knots
My mother is gone. She actually started to leave long before we realized the depth of her dementia, but when summer was just beginning, she left us for good. Now, […]
Phoenix
Caged in his solitude, moonless and lost the ancient librarian shuffles through dust of seemingly identical chambers for a single truthful apparition in the pulp-fiction-platitudes left in the wake of […]
The librarian’s speech
You have passed me; as a ship in search of its harbor or as the wind turning my encyclopedia pages from sage into sinner. I know of your dreams, how […]
Facts and fiction
Drowning in his books the aged librarian is blessed, unknowing but imagining how the world outside remains, still sane and ruled with sense, how compassion is the guiding star, how […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 