Almost like crying
Lacklusterly l linger, slowly skyward gazing trying to find shapes of dreams I’ve lost or just a little depth in the gormless grayness of these listless clouds. I read the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Still life with leftovers
Monday mourning — grey and mostly mundane I’m drowning, breath- less breathing; gathering my words and gardening the weeds, and sun is lost to leftovers for dinner. A short poem […]
Nocturnal sustenance
3 AM I woke up sleep- less, high on heart- beats, belly aches and moonless mania; at break of dawn I sighed, I dressed & went surviving back to work. […]
Work lunacy
After closing my laptop, working like mad I go down to the basement of our empty office building, change my clothes and jump on my bicycle, at home I only […]
The last library on earth
The Babel library was vast and once it had been filled with scholars, students and discourse. In the past the words had worth and their voices echoed still between the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 