The blue parts of the map
I watch the mirror of the water, see myself in sea in arteries of creeks that formed this oceanic vastness; since every melted part of glaciers every icicle and drop […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Trolling the trolls
The twitter trolls implode from facts, but grow in darkness and in dearth of tact without attention they will soon deflate, and melt like butter if you lack their hate. […]
An unexpected encounter
Walking deeper into unknown woods; she sat to rest. where trees stood sentinels of secrets kept that trolls knew best; “Is that a rock?”, she asked and probing moss it […]
Sonnet for a secret name
Your name is a secret slowly distilled from hilltops and shadows of clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. […]
Lure of the lady
The pale lady sings with nightshady voice of lethe and less as slowly you sink in her marble embrace. The pale lady stings with syringe and blood as slowly you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 