A righteous man
To be righteous doesn’t mean to be right but to be superior, a hero with a pale skin to match. October, and there you can see a very small patch […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Four hundred horsemen
Deep from dreams a holler crazedfrom crimson lips, my larynx winsa putrid wailing, grows erupts to blaze,in razor wire blood and common sinsSo dumb and daft, dictatorshipsin narcissism, napalm and […]
A killer Smug
Before the blizzard there is fallwith colours kissed by frost at nightwhen darkness grows as winter callsBefore the blizzard there is fallwhen still the daylight can be brightin days of […]
Librarians from the past
In the cellars underneath the marble hallsamong discarded manuscripts, cataloguesand inventories the ghosts of old librarianshaunts the crumbling vaults. While roamingwild they sigh in dewey decimal, bemoaningorders lost to dust […]
Suite for strings
Fusing heart with heartin harmonyour strings so strangeforms symphoniesof sympathyand grows byintertwining mind to mindin scintillating flamesof adoration,to forge a common causeand saveboth soil and seafrom mutual ignoranceof artificialuntuned instruments. […]
