Earth’s an island
We came to see the view, horizon, mountains, sea; but found around us veiled, this opened ribcage, peaks earth’s an island: we its heartbeat — left alone. We came to […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Trickle
Minutes trickle tick-tock-prickle heart beats searching passport, suitcase, toothpaste, tickets, haste, but stuck in thickets. syruped rushing seconds gushing searching gates way too late travel nowhere chewing pillow screaming dreaming […]
Grasping infinity
a morning firework your skin my private vellum finger painting stars together earthbound falling we grasp its infinity Today Toni inspires us to write tanka at dVerse. It’s been a […]
Doomsday
On the peaceful planet of Zlook an exciting discovery had been made: They had found a somewhat intelligent life-form on another planet, but alas a meteor was destined to destroy […]
Pretending we can hear the song
Our song was not of crickets nor of strings it was more in depth of water, timpanies of summer thunderstorms, herons, crows. We neither burned nor froze, yet with fevered […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 