Gentle Breeze
To April — singing of blackbirds clinging to trees In dawn still stinging from frost and bringing the breeze the scents that’s slinging blooms into ringing for peace. Then gently […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Mushrooms
Picking mushrooms you can barely sense the might of mycorrhiza growing down below, how it tangles with the roots, embrace the trees and links with soil to feed the bloom […]
Sealed destiny
The ancient sailor sat by the shore staring at nothing with cataract eyes. “Sea will come to swallow us soon”, he muttered “It’s spring tide already, uncle?” He chuckled lighting […]
She haunts the mansion late at night
Her soul’s too grey from sorrow she is the shadow borrowed wild, she is nocturnal flicker, wind-on-candle- mist & midnight-moans, she stirs your loins upsets you with her ice and […]
Narcissus, not tattooed
Narcissus’ Nemesis is his mar- bled skin — as stretched across his impeccable six- pack abdomen, softly chiseled, rock-hard, but alas too perfect cause on Instagram such precision is merely […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 