Eulogy for mother
Även i sommarens ändlösa skymning drunknar ljuset tillslut i bruset från fjäderlätt natt. Translation to English by myself Even in summer’s limitless twilight the light finally drowns to buzz of […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Skinny dipping a midsummer night
The seemingly eternal twilight of the midsummer night is ripe with the calls from sparrows and finches, We can hear their hurried movement among bramble and bracken. A doe is […]
Midsummer night
As midsummer dusk crawls calmly over grass, through brush and thickets, with dew-retracted claws as careful as a sated stray-cat; suddenly aroused two blackbirds bicker over nest and egg, while […]
Music for Airports
While checking in I confirmed down-payment in my Cayman-account. I’m ready, waiting for her signal. Target has changed clothes, shaved and bleached his hair, but my retina-implant face-recognition algorithm confirms […]
Me and myself
My delusion is nothing like dragon- shaped clouds with teeth shallow as rain; it’s not formed from vapor not an elusive wind-carried mist, but clay-sturdy, a mud-man and shadow following […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 