Gratitude
“Thank you”, he said, again and again, a broken record. On the bottom of the coffee mug were some lonesome coins. His deep-set eyes kept shards and secrets and he […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Farewell to fall
soft the crackle-crackfrozen leaves beneath my solesin this doubtful fizz of dawnas autumn bids farewellwith hoarfrost heavy in his beard Today Grace hosts dVerse MTB with a form that was […]
Fizzle
Every day my calendar is wrapped aroundmy being filled with meetings musts and don’t:swhile somewhere in between I have to squeezea faithless sense of peace brought on by ginger, cinnamon, […]
Dear child
The way we farewith soil and airwith elk and hare;how do we dareto mine and tearour earth apart?beware it’s forour future heir Dear child,How can we bearto be greedy and […]
Sieving Silver
When branches try to capture woes for moona year unwritten scribbles silver words of moon It bleeds in melting snow — its sentencesunowned, these silent phases of the moon Of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 