The road of life
On roads of life where thistles grow the iron-heels of soldier’s boots are planting crosses row by row. When passing us the men in suits enjoy themselves, undress our girls. […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A cross to bear
A cross to bear my name, unfur(l)s to winter hibernation and unprovoked aggression, To be is not the bee as honey stings — when stolen from your nest. Or with […]
Our highway through the sky
We seek direction and the sky is vast your words are braille and the constellations cut our hemisphere in yours and mine to shut the future out; but as the […]
Your icicles
“Let’s mend the bridges – make it as before”, it’s said, it’s out and seconds sway; your eyes suspicious; silence spilled upon the floor in whisper as of ghosts, a […]
Let’s mend the bridges
To let us dawdle- stay forever in our past please let my fingers race and nudge your nape and let the silver moonbeams slice the glass of windows as before, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 