Forest in spring
Untangled by daylightby birdsongs in greenthe path of todaybends for the boughsof the beeches in May. To the rustle of leavesleft by the fall we walkthrough the springmiles upon milesforgetting […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Letting silence rule
The rain that day…an open wound — bleedingin ferocious silence. We imagined Kyiev,a widow raped,until the tanks ran out of gas. Three years later,by treasonthe tanks may move again. Why […]
Slipping
In downtown Stockholm, the cherry blossoms draw crowds every year. For many years I almost never managed to be there in time to experience it at its peak. The experience […]
Some thing
Somewhere somethingwill waittense as a shadowunwoundfrom the brightness of daylight,to follow, matching your footstepsto lead and to guidemore silent than verses unreadstill insisting,like the itch of a scab. It reminds […]
Unwalked
Later,later behind his deskthe aged librarian absorbssome ancient words,traces howhis fate is set in ink. He sees howspace-time pathsmeandersfrom the past to presentthrough birth to deathin peace and warcrossing rivers,mountains, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 