A circle of time
Guided by moon-sickle silverwe seek in the darkness a riverof dreams leading from duskinto twilight of dawn, but struckby fears of creature and crimewe’re locked in this circle of timewhere […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The real victim
I never planned to murder June. I loved her, but my rage had built within and suddenly I found myself with a carving knife in my hand, her warm corpse […]
In an alley lost
Vroom vroom beep beepextending manhoodfilling streets,our mean machinespollute the air and mind. While tweets of birdsand scents of bloomare strangled, stretchedand squeeeeezedinto sanctuary coffinswe call parks. Our progressis the city’s […]
Instant Fashion
Fashion is the questto be uniqueby doingwhat everyone is doing(NOW) Tik-tok driven, instantcheaper cheapwe shein our shameto shed ourselvesof sweat-shopped clothing.faster, faster into landfillsforgetting how its costis forward paidby others […]
Summer nights
Scarce —my summer darknesswith velvet handsperfumes the night;not even silentit pretends to mournan absenceof the glowthat never leaves; by sea at midnightthe moon’stoo pale to sendits silver into the waves,as […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 