Monday
Shaken and stirred awake from dreams in morning blur it seams a cup of coffee and my ride to work will wake me up for: a spreadsheet struggle, negotiation haggle […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
My platform tomb
From sorcerers within: your deadly doom we wilted, waiting for your train to leave. A panting breath we heard its hiss of fumes you clung to life in pain, I […]
The poison spell
The darkness lurking deep among the pines is that the poison spell that filled your veins? or dead canaries in the depth of mines? The rays to cure became our […]
A pair of crows
Rekindled love again, as bluebells bloom in breeze that gently stirred the canopies composing symphonies: we were the spring: the pink of cherry bloom, the entropy of conversations missed, the […]
A sudden slip
A sudden slip he’s sliding deep in pink to sink from payroll to another role: streets and benches paper-bags and stench refused, unused defiled with lies. I could not link […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 