Time for what?
January in the library offers timeto examine lacking heartbeats,a shallow breath, with daylightcloaked behind the pregnant cloudsburdened with persistent drizzle. January in the library offers timefor lucid purge and ostracism,for […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Her creator – I am
As a doll-maker, I gather pieces of bright cloth, strings, and shards of sea-glass. I stroll the streets looking in dustbins and I sneak into graveyards to borrow from corpses. […]
Almost making sense
The library is eternalbroken by burdens of mo(u)rnings In an effort explaining,making sense while hearingthe crackle forever— stuck in stagnant marshlands. No sky — no earthly viewCovid still shadowsstill prowl […]
Night Vision
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
Smothered, Missed
I miss the heavensof a boldly shaded skyI miss the glow of sunsetswith hues of rose and tangerineinstead, I idlesmothered underneaththis rotting gloomof thawing dusk.I miss the glassy sheenof snow […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 