Malevolent Mate
I don’t mind the normal weeds;I find baby Nettles perfect for soupand the Ground Elder tastes betterthan spinach in stew,and someday I may even turnmy dandelion blooms into wine. but […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Monday pressure
Monday, lead-laden with tasks and liabilities. A whole week of hours and hours, of powerpointing, of random arbitrations, negations, and negotiations. This morning winter was back and they promised snowfall […]
An old man
You came from the past,born to believe induty, to always exceed,to always do your best,I think you might havebelieved in change, butnever felt at homewith revolutionary youth, you werea conservative […]
Vernal sensations
You’ve gifted me daylighta sun-tingled soft sensation of changes,a shift of perspectivefrom darkness to brightness,a closeness to spring andsubtle sensations of joy. While today it was overcast, with daylight dressedin […]
Fear of the dark
You, startled shudder, worms, and worriesfrom ash, from soil, you creep with greasy hairto trade my trust in winter’s flurries Lost to moon rage and your eyesight blurry,from milky shadows […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 