Learning to count
I never taught myself to wait. Pacing, back and forth. Sluggish minutes crawling ‘cross my back. Waiting is an itch to weigh, it’s to rein the rain or survey sand. […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A Saturday at the end of November
We walked north today only to return to home by bus; accomplishing nothing… except to see a blanched glimpse of winter sun holding hoarfrost to its shallow chest… and that’s […]
My love is not…
My love for you is not like petals, soft and frail it’s not nocturnal like the attar-scented lips of youth No,my love is not the rose’s bloom. My love for […]
Sunrise with sea-monsters
Through sulphur haze — a solemn wail from ocean depths when monsters raised on bulging backs, on silver scales. And from our shores we stared derailed in awe, bedazzled by […]
The real change
“You’ve changed, you say” Leyla put her hands on her hips, raised her left eyebrow staring at Julian. “Yes… I’ve come to ask forgiveness… I acted wrong,” he couldn’t meet […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 