Estuary thoughts
What matters can be more (or both) than what’s black or white, or even words that fit in single tweets. There are hollows in the shallow depression, depths more measured […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The summer of thunder
To find yourself exposed to lightning, in the mountains when even fathers panic. I was ten I think, and didn’t care; I had to soak, puddled wet through clothes. You […]
Fishblood
Undercovered, veiled encrypted you – your words are braille on skin. I’m puppeteered at night, strained in strings with bedsheets as from skin, veiled in hair I’m scissored curved a […]
After a summer shower
I miss you less in thunder than its absence in the way peonies bend when afterwards the summer rain is left in leaves,in grass. It’s hard to carry memories, acceptance […]
Diplomacy
With passion you might argue yes or no or claim the world is either black or white. With voices raised we’re screaming “I am right” and we forget the “why” […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 