Equinox Babies
Midsummer, when we celebrate daylight, in leisure and fulfillment. Candy for kids and kisses for lovers. In festive for friendship, we dance and we drink, we find what we searched […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Come yet again
You, my lover of leaving, moonchild, woman of rainbow, it doesn’t matter, like a window, closed can be opened. Moon sickle waxing, rain showers, sound of your footfalls; the wind […]
Midsummer wake
We watched the solstice sky, and saw in silence how the dusk and dawn became a fleeting shadow as you beamed for birdsong never ceasing to our dreams. This is […]
Evening song
Edging to the water, thick the alder grow; there — in dappled light — a nightingale is trilling boldly for the day to end and on my way for home […]
Learning from students
In the recess deep in his chest he carries not the words of librarians passed, but the tantrums of toddlers, his childhood; In the folds of his bathrobe; not hidden […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 