Lunatic dancing
Sometimes the moon gets bored of staring in the sky and wants to eavesdrop on humanity. She Icarus to earth and walks around to spy on us. You might have […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Falling in love
To fall in love is lack, a loss of gravity; the weightless sense of jumping from a cliff without a parachute. To fall in love is windswept hair and bravery […]
It’s how I poetry
I wrap my words with bows, to ribbon syllables to sentences; to sense and singe, a silk-surprise (whispered) fire- placed; both summer Christmas and your birthdays late in May. it’s […]
A wall of love
I walked past the department store where a lorry crashed on April 7, and suddenly my mind is filled with what-ifs and whys and hows. I still remember how we […]
Everything and nothing
He knows by heart of apex moments, battles and the cusps of past, not from life or death but from the pinnacles of books and voices only he have glimpsed. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 