Destruction of Atlantis
The aged librarian cannot reach the upper shelves where Plato hides. For yet a while his twilight lips knows by heart each metaphor, each parable. He can still sense Atlantis, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Canine greetings
A lifted tail to greet, you friend and let you sniff snarfdiffanous, our way for jingle joy to send us barking on; we’re not bimanous. We rhambangle in mud and […]
Selling sea-shells
Washed ashore a wish of something more; a hush of shell-trapped sea a tense of past or future lost or maybe just for me alone. You wind, you held us […]
Promises to keep
I have promises to keep. My little horse just needs some rest. I feed him oats. I listen to his voice. My horse, we still have miles to go before […]
Times a river passed
Time is less a moment than a river passed, it’s the past and present, it’s the dreams of what to be. It’s both the screams on streets just after the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 