Boo(k)
Behind taboos,the bookcaseof the books that’s bannedyou’ll findthe boomers bootlicking the boogiementhe bigot men in bootsand the hypocrite baboonsreading secretly the booksdenied to others, but one dayit will boomerang back […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
I am moon
I am moon, your silver maidnot your lover, not your foeI merely listen, never playsay me secrets, whisper who I am moon, your sentinela silent mirror, water, sandI spin you […]
Paddle song
To carry boatsthe tent our housetraversing hillslakes and streamsthe sudden thrill,a grouse it seamsprotecting chickspretending sick, we meet the lakesset out in boatswith wind adriftwe let the paddles restin this, […]
Leaves in fall
It is what leaves in fall, the geese, the light, the warmth of the sun and leaves that fall. It is what comes with force, the wind, the rain and […]
Helplessly white
An apparitionin the shadows of duskthe released doveis hiding in vain; helplessly whitein an ebony woodas prayers for peacein a warmonger’s house; therefore staring at wallswe wait, we forgetthat once […]
