Drummer, solo
The library is taste-and colorless, desert, seaexisting only on the edgeof your atmosphere,some would say it is largerthan the universewhile others claim it’s justa tiny box of liesillusion and a […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Woodwards
This weekend spring felt close to summer but as other places transition into summer we are still early in spring. The woods are white and blue with anemones, but most […]
Scimitars
Late in Aprilwhen the sun sets latesome sunrays piercethe silence of his library,with the savageryof spiteful scimitars. The aged librarianperceive the slightest tinglestarting in his stomachas from indigestion,it stretches through […]
Window to the sea
A summer breeze moves the muslin drapesas shallow shadows dance on naked skinand windows open to the sea make shapesthe sunset paints us in a sweeter sense of sin. We […]
The raft of Medusa
Young, we embraced ideas of changebut quickly from dreaming derangedto terror, to death, into blood,to malice from bold brotherhood.we frowned at slow evolutionsto bless our fierce revolution,but after the bloodshed […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 