Avarice
In warmth of our sun, a bottle of wine we shared and listened to winds in the pines. Not rich we were pleased, we had all our needs, our wealth […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The turning point
Imagine words as origami and fold your syllables to paper planes or crease them into cranes. Imagine paper to be sacred with those words released from windows to be shared. […]
Elemental passion
Earth When seeds awaken, gently from the warmth of spring, I’m cradled in your growth, in arms of verdant strength, from soil, from deep below your breath’s the symphonies of […]
Trying at least
The salmon sky foretells of darkness soon to choke my heart with tentacles of terror. A moonless heaven offer no protection. I shiver… not from cold as hurried trickle of […]
Anger
Before you boil and burst in vicious fits and fists it starts as itching, harbingers in crawl — creatures, spiders centipedes inching foot by foot along your spine… before they […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 