Enjoined to write
Thursday afternoon ~ The sound of rain on window – but soon friday #haiku — Björn (@brudberg) March 10, 2011 Every poem I have ever written exist in a digital […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Remember green
Forced by famine on green green grass, an island cemetery infested by potato fungi on waves of hunger migrants came, to settle, to carve another bit of promised land to […]
Childhood
Dear Childhood, I know you always run beside me, barefoot, pointing at another flower, asking what it’s called. There are times, I miss that courage that I had to ask, […]
Still too pale
Teeth of wind ripping wool and ice my eyelash grip my groin remind me that the sunshine still is pale in March Amaya introduce us to the Shadorma at dVerse. […]
On the third visit to the asylum he started to speak
Why do they come?, you ask. Our scientists never could explain the green flashes in the sky. “Meteors”, said one “Aurora Borealis” another claimed. But I have studied them for […]
