Library lint
Dust settles in his hair, on his skin; grey it far beyondhis years;but he carries it with pride,since every speck is bornfrom books,from parchment, paper, inkit rest in every corner,every […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Give peas a chance
Mediaeval meal still hanging onto Thursdays; peas and porkstew-thick, still we name itsoup; cheap and filling servedin prisons, schools, to soldiersteachers, kings and queens. To love the pea-soup is a […]
Moon and a new patio
Afterwards I remembered neither your eyes nor the colour of your hair. The melody of your voice had merged with the wind. You left with not even a note left […]
Five ways to find me
The way to my housesnakes along the ridges of lush mountainsin the space-time continuumof past, present and what’s yet unknownto that specific point at the edge of an abyss. The […]
Remember the blaze of lights
Later soldier, you will rememberthose nights among the blaze of lightsalone you will watch as in your embersghosts of women scorch their last delightsLater, soldier in your life’s Novemberalone at […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 