Cataract
He built his home with ink on paper, his world was walled with words. And with myopic eyes he gardened in the soil of sagging shelves, he sowed with books […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Making love on battlefields
Less from the ghosts than from a kiss you lost on me, the cemetery comes to life. It’s warm with cluster bombs. It thaws the blue of lips and melts […]
Beneath the canopy
Beneath the canopy is grass and daisy words. And there are eyes in eyes forget-me-nots and hand in hand cause she is her and blood grape sun, a shared champagne […]
Fair
Some days are theme-parks: whack-a-moley spreadsheet-crazy, Clown-grin glitzy packed with task-force spinning merry-go-round email action rollercoaster trips, and jackpots in the slot-machines stretching all the way from dawn to midnight […]
Tournesol
I tournesol, my face is glazed in slender rays. In birdsong symphonies days get longer. Come leap, cascade in brooks be willow mild Come snowdrops, crocus spring my heart. Paint […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 