Love among siblings
If I shut my eyes I still see their white dresses. I can still smell the the freshly baked cakes, the coffee and the lilacs in bloom. I was only […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Making plans
When morning breaks with sunlight shining through the tired windows; bright and sharp and razor-shadowed; lucidly a blackbird sings, for snowdrops coy, When morning breaks monotony of grey — unshroud […]
Air and us
This night — starstruck cold Alone and bared we stare; sky in palms swaying silenced for its symphonies: we and air. You egg me darkly — play on puff of […]
Feathered perspectives
You painted novel ways to look at feathers as you and me through blackbirds are together. where shadows moving can be birds or dreams If hope is feathers, blackbirds too […]
Anemic beats and giant posters
The hard-rock of my child- hood came in small cassettes and giant posters, where blood and printed poses seemed much larger than the anemic beat of my cassette recorder. Still […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 