Always forever
Always the lies, denial of factsrepeating deceits, alternative truthsAlways the acts, obscuring his fearsby never be silent or seeking adviceAlways the smears, spreading his venomthose who oppose are enemies, foesAlways […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Autumn picnic
This weekend past we had a rare sunny day and on Saturday we went for a hike. We took the bus and brought with us some freshly baked sourdough, each […]
Ink-dance survival
Captured in ink-danceboth moon-street silver,bud-bursts blossom, forgotten springand alas, a sentence-explosionof built-up angerfor what’s lostto misinterpreted mind-mapsof a brow-folded soul. Still we nightshade forgetand gloss the axe-wordswith honey-muted lips. In […]
Bread and rice
Sylla-bled each word,each sense,each scent, the parting sentence“au revoir, in Paris mon amour”the parrot says,again, again. She recallshis uniformand paddy fields, the river deltahis bicycle, both bread and rice. Waiting, […]
The delight of damnation
Delight me darling, smile and dancelet’s enjoy and spend the nightthen melt together take the chanceI’ll be your shining knight We were meant to fuse, amalgamatealloyed forever we’re strongbut first […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 