Non-nomadery
I was born far from the sea, and only in November I could sometimes taste the salt in the wind. I grew roots, and settled, and any dreams I might […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Toward the sea
Beyond your fearand darkness of your mind,beyond the drones and stormsof burning booksis yet another springdappled under canopieswhere morning suntickles tired skin and youwill find the road divergingdeeper into the […]
The Black Iris
From its burnished eye,transfixedI’m held,kiln-forged to my manifestoof mannerism & moodstill, in harmony withshades of sootsfumato ink washed& embracedin gentle bloom. Today Melissa hosts dVerse Poetics with a selection of […]
Forest in spring
Untangled by daylightby birdsongs in greenthe path of todaybends for the boughsof the beeches in May. To the rustle of leavesleft by the fall we walkthrough the springmiles upon milesforgetting […]
Letting silence rule
The rain that day…an open wound — bleedingin ferocious silence. We imagined Kyiev,a widow raped,until the tanks ran out of gas. Three years later,by treasonthe tanks may move again. Why […]
