The next tree
Within the librarythe present and the pastpredicts the future,prose and poetry alikeis what takes us to the moon,destroys, bring warsand ecocide. Days to come will mirror,not repeatbecause the human mindwith […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Moonvoice
In moonsilver spilled painting pathsbetween the stately headstones lostIn my mind repeating voices, wrath,mistakes made, the ”why” that’s tossed the dagger-words embeds themselvesmy mumbling shield: “I do not know”“I didn’t […]
Enchantress
undulating curvesenchantress youunnerve me perfumedI’m sacrificedleftin electric attarwrung from cinnamonand midnight rose in your gazethe mysteryof a sickle moonat three am your voicestringent, strongunravels sleepand bind merestlesstetheredand enslaved. De hosts […]
Buds on guard
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.Why else would the springtime falter?Karin Boye The open sky as blueas eyes of youthe tousling wind, its sunlit kissis bliss for […]
No castles of sand
“It’s not a lie”“it’s not a lie”“it’s not a lie” it’s many lies,based on lies,based on more liesbased on a pebble of trutha grain of sandbeached in the wavesof hyperbolic […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 