Our burden, boys
From mud and gangrene boys we formed to hatethe neighbours, former friends we turned to foes,while we sang songs, made graves, for those whose fatewas death, we left the others […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The last of fall
The past week autumn colours are falling to the ground, dead leaves sticking to the wet asphalt, leaving skeletal trees as black shadows against an overcast sky. From time to […]
Merging/diverging
From time to time we mergefrom me and you to us,we dance a while, rejoiceand find a cause, uniteinto common voicebefore we pause, divergeand suddenly you’re outinto the third dimension: […]
Augury crows
Above the tear-blurred canyontheir calling cawssend me contrast-less colours,telling tales of what to be,a blindness for all but past,which is my “now”. My watercolour mindis everything and naught,a glimpse of […]
The voice of space
The library isa manifold amazingmaze, unmappablewith bothhalls — vaster than the seaand rooms like coffins,with nooks and crannies,trapdoors,and ouroboros corridorscircling back again. The library can onlyprovide the answer to thevisitors […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 