Source of tears
The river’s born from restless rain, it grows and gathers strength a source of tears that’s infinite The river giggles over rocks to rest, embraced by bogs in mountains where […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Being played a prank
I never cared much for pranks on April fool’s day, but I do remember years ago when I first became a manager at work I had the privilege of being […]
Winter’s flurries
You, startled shudder, worms and worries that came from ash and soil with lanky hair to put my trust in winter’s flurries From moon and rage my eyesight blurry, in […]
Endless horizon
Tonight the sky is infinite — horizon endless expanding into voids within the voids of nothing but a darkness friendless. The pebble we call earth is helpless to ferocious forces […]
Servant to steel
“Shift the bobbins.” The foreman shouted to be heard over the iron-looms groaning. We were only ten workers serving the steel-beast replacing two hundred weavers. I used to have pride […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 