Walnuts
Ever since February 24th, my life has been narrowed into brief interludes between air-ride sirens, empty shelves, and the lambent light of basements. My neighbors have left while I stay […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Neverending tale
The lossof pulsing heartsto bombs and beatings, sticksin myths, grows, fester into rage,revenge Revengeas sharp as icerests dormant and decadesfollow decades, explodes in springwith zeal With zealfresh, young soldiersmold themselves […]
Stagnant
Forever stuck in stagnant marshlands,we’re tied to routines, ruts to nowherestill and stale, no breeze, static. mooredwe’re, muted, we’re bored — Oh Lordplease send us tempests, galesand hand us plight […]
Mayday
May days be blessed with Maynot Mayday from the fray of warnot gore, not sores, no dismaynot murder, rapes or genocide;pray May be May; let’s bar the warto grow inside, […]
Where is Hamlet when he’s needed?
The ghosts of former tyrants haunt the tyrantknowing well that’s something rotten in the statealways grows, inspire the assassins wieldingpoison blades at night; the tyrant knows that foesare found within […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 