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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Blackbirds again
Blackbirds, blackbirds from thickets and from trees, before the buds have broken, they greet me when I walk through woods. I have understood that the Eurasian blackbird is a true […]
Mother Brightbeam
I am the first you seeborn from beamsa mother sentto guide you throughboth joys and choresand though I am the lastto fade, to leave;my sister raise to mirror meand lead […]
Those specks of dust
Chalked – the contoursof corpses, soldiers lefton the silent streetsnow settling slowly underdust a whiter shade of paledust that smothers mothersdust that covers daughters soileddust that covers sootdust that hides […]
Forging a future
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul – Emily Dickinson Feathered we flyfor the sun kissing the sunflower fieldsfor years of the future soothing the woundsfor […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 