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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Falling asleep (finally)
The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night and far the way a screech-owl hails my night. She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams her silver breath […]
Scattered
Stockholm four PM and almost dark. My Iphone vibrates. The caller-ID begins with +49, that’s Germany. Who of my siblings could it be? Lila maybe. “Hello, who’s it?” “Is this […]
Barefoot
Have you walked at night through endless labyrinths of mirrors, guided by a sleight of hand? Can you recognize deceit from made up sorcerers? Do you think infinity exists anywhere […]
Growing pains
This poem still wears braces has scraped knees wears its hair in ponytails, it skips and hopscotch; smiles at rosebuds, cries in anguish. This poem dreams of growing up to […]
