How to share the grain.
“It must be filled with grain”, Ian’s eyes burned with hunger, a finger resting on the trigger of their only AK-47. “It’s all ours now”, his gaze met Sara’s. Sara […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
riptide songs
When the riptide comes you are the force of moon p-u-l-l-i-n-g water & draining estuaries, leaving in its wake a smell of seaweed. “Why did you leave the water running?” […]
Yazidi weeping
Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too The desert wind is full […]
The last android on earth
With constellations fading smothered smoothly as my whiteness whispers brittle binaries and forgotten scripts once programmed in my genomes. But since the mainframe tells me that I’m dead. my veins […]
Thyme
There is a soft scent of thyme when I walk barefoot through the garden crushing tender leaves. They may spread like weeds but late in summer with its purple flowers […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 