Ambiguity
A Truth may flourish if it’s nourished wellto free your mind, but if Truths so taughtare turned to songs of arms or sacred spells.They may kindle blaze in crowds, bespotthe […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
When it’s over
If we make it through Decemberthrough the blackouts from a failingpower grid, through bombardmentsand the drinking water trappedunder ice, when we can forgetthe scavengers,the neighbor-lootersthe pilfering rapiststhe hounds of winter,the […]
Truer Tomorrow
Today I decided to leave I woke up late. It was overcast and as usual, you had already left for the city. I had nothing to clean, there were leftovers […]
Lastly a new beginning
No sky – no earthly viewknown by the name of NovemberI find her hot. and of taste; a darling, when breakfast is readyand until dusk sneaks upagain under snow-laden bowsand […]
King-size bed
In the wakeof your absence,a shadow of warmthstill lingers in OURking-size beddevoid of your weight. Awakened,those razor-blade wordsyou hurled when we partedrepeat and repeat,voluminous, vilethey surge my bedroomwith turpitude, darkness,and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 