September ends
Fog-born mornings — falla blank canvas waiting for its huesa lady to be dressed in emberin harvest and decay. Midday and a clar sun still warms, pretendingthat its ruleisn’t ending […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
On a pilgrimage of sorts
Ahead, as marked by cairns,our pathmeanders, crawlsbeneath the bluffs,through forests and acrossa frothing streamover rocks whilestepby stepwe find ourselvesrenewed. Later, guided bythe whispering breezeour shadows tracksthe ridges and diving intovalleys […]
Brushstrokes
With gentle brushstrokesthe Autumn tiptoeshums on crimson handsto mark on leavesher amber kiss for equinox;to welcome candle lightand soup for dinnerto whisper rain and windto cover us in fogto rot […]
Five ways to leave
The road to the southtreveres over gentlest of hillsalong rivers and streamswhere we’re shadowed by duskuntil we’re falling asleep. The path to the westwhere we walk against windbeing whipped by […]
Humans again
We lived on illusions, the artificial intelligence we have named “The Guide”. It had entered our brains, manipulating feelings, stealing our dreams and affections. Ever since it took hold on […]
