Pentimento
I try in vain to brush aside con- cussions from my past; those foot-in-mouth occasions when indiscretions jumped as frogs from mouth to skin. Those stomp-on-toe incidnts that comes back […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
No more foghorns
I remember foghorns, scent of salt and how the wind was soaked with rain. In my hometown we knew from childhood that umbrellas are useless in the wind. I remember […]
Witch
Firecrackered — you, be- witched, was burned before you burst in bloom. Doomed a demon — you be- nign; an angel asked to leave, be- lieved to be obsessed. You […]
Paradise sold
When paradise was sold to the highest bidder, the gates were raised for most lacking funds to pay the member’s fee. When gospels have been changed to rules allowing liars, […]
Listening in silence
Anders Persson was born with a knack to be an engineer; he was cursed to understand mechanics, thermodynamics, electromagnetism and even math. At eleven he had built himself a ham-radio […]
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