The last breath of summer
Still, the sun spills summerthrough the muslin curtainsonto hardwood floors,still, I wear no shoesand with a glass of wine, I rest,relaxing to the wearywhisper of the wickerwork,to slumber still.as autumn […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Finding the forest
The library is eternallimitless withchambers followed by chambers,halls and corridorsand rooms within roomswith no distinguishable symmetry. From the robed librariansshuffling gently between shelves,a collective mutter can be heardfrom tirades, pleas, […]
Freedom of choice
You are given the choice betweenten times ten similar bottles of milk,butter and cream.You may scanthe shelves filled with soapunable to tellwhich one can washyour sorrows away;and you see the […]
A good night’s sleep
After returning from our through-hike along the Swedish mountain range I ponder the shelters that we found providing protection from rain, wind, and bloodsucking bugs. We carried a tent and […]
Riding with Death
I die with kisses bleeding on my browguarded, hardened by her lies when partingher shadow sieved from sorrow, thus awovedbeauty burning and the bliss of Amor’s dartingclean amissed. my hollow […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 