(r)evolution
Does it matter afterwards that objects in mirror are closer than they appear? We drove and never cared. When they came, they sneaked upon us from behind, and left us […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Soul of the underground
Underneath my fingernails a promise caught: for saplings,seeds and bulbs for growths and green for spring for what I dug in fall: A growth from soil (decay and death) form […]
Themselves alone
Despite the fact that Echo was the perfect mirror of her lovely voice, singing praise, Narcissus only fell in love with mirrors that could echo pictures of himself. And so […]
Echo please
Call me back my love. Oh please come please me with an echo. When I whisper — come whisper back. Please. please me with your echo. But if I’m silent […]
Follow your dreams
My dreams are thieves, strange and strained they trespass, sneak on plimsoll soles at night. My dreams are knives and satin, a morning sated, they are odd solutions infinitely non-convergent. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 