Summer’s sheen
In early spring we walked the woodsbefore in hope when life was goodwe saw the sky behind the leavesbefore the sun was not perceivedwhen shadowed deep the forests dozewe seek […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
More Gold than Silver
As days are getting shorter and summer has aged to a middle aged woman, nights are coming back and I will go to bed in darkness. I will be able […]
Of thunderstorm and tears
You mask penumbrain a voice — lacedwith bitter taste ofpending thunderstorms. I try to whisper words of greenand honeysuckle songsto sooth your mind as electric scents increasebloom and buildyou explode […]
Part of us
Chasms we formedin words, stitchedto sentences to sentenceto imprison by prejudicethem (the others)behind the walls of animusof illwill and hatredmay be broken or bridgedby seeing and sensingcomprehending,seeing likenessmore than divergence. […]
Rainladen
In the wake of the Midsummer frenzy, the weather has turned colder. Almost like the hangover a slight depression settles in my mind. Soon July vacations will come and the […]
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