Snaring lords a-leaping
Your nape is bent, with gentle weight of snow, the strands of hair reflecting light; as gold your eyes are tinsel under mistletoe. This night I shiver, bent in night […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Depraved of Oxygen
Depraved of air, we were the very last to leave this soil now scorched. Our numbers drawn, exchanged for boarding cards; uniquely registered we were tattooed with its conductive ink, […]
Let there be light
Quantum waves, once let there be light My heart was touched by integrated theorems numbers were reversed in polished — notation papers filled filling up with formulas Those days deriving […]
It could be Monday
Genre: Experimental noir Last night had been filled with stars, soft music from her lips. Promises. This morning it is fog and mud. Mold and glass rings on my kitchen […]
Break the sixth dimension
We travel on the Milky Way through (and with) the broken sixth dimension. Space around the flightdeck breathe on stars inhaled as nebulae reflect inside eleven eyes, and humming deep […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 