Tangerine dream
The days we think that we are closein glowing tangerine of endswhen evening comes it’s time to dozethose days we think that we are closeto the point when our travel […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Night in the Ukraine
This darkness grew from greed to grab the landfrom branding brothers lesser than the mudthat clings to boots; when falling bombs seem plannedto murder toddlers, women and let bloodbe spilled […]
Between the shelves
Between the shelvesin a golden afternoonhe dwells,the aged aged manand lost librarian,no longer eye-candybut still my fancy‘cause he knows the questionsto pair with allmy answers,carefully collected,obstinately carriedto his spotbetween the […]
Preyed
Ravenous, I eye you,scrutinizing slips of skingawking, oglingfantasizinghow smoothly hairwill wind around my handbefore I yank and drag youto submission. But I meet your gazeand your flick-knife-smileobliteratethat innocence,turning me from […]
Iron rain
In iron rain from rockets, limbs are tornapart, consumed in thermobaric flares;we hear a toddler calls for help; we mournas lookers-ons; we watch but do not dareto intervene, to simply […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 