The aged librarian’s advice
Treat every book with care, between its pages rests: a universe a sacred crypt a piece of you and everyone a place to meet or be alone. Enter every book […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Just walking
Every path starts at our front door. After less than two kilometers we have left the gardens and houses behind. An occasional jogger might pass us and we note that […]
Burgundy stains
Not from rain — our numbness, peppermint blues, in hues of Burgundy staining your blouse the mock-orange choke us with incense as this evening of summer reeks in bliss. Written […]
The year of Chernobyl
I remember the the year of Chernobyl; the silent drizzle glazing my skin, how the spring seemed greyer, the greenery sick. I remember the year of Chernobyl how mushrooms and […]
Twilight glint
My love is not a butterfly or rose, she’s neither soft as silk nor summer’s breeze, no goddess ever wore such dreadful clothes and if she sings I’ll plead “Oh […]
