Later, later found
But from the forest later…later springsthe spring anew; in it subtle song, a timid lightthe soil is wild alive; when rain had ceased to fall,and you’ve forgot to mourn, forgot […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Veiled
That nightthe moon was cold,the rattling wind,a moody breathwas sullen, sickand tiptoed closeto death. You came before meveiled in silver,exhaling asthe night you died; that nightI burned your lettersbut I […]
Restless 2AM
Bloodless blisters,broken bones and bruises,leave me listless, numbedin restless agony. It’s 2AM and from the wardI hear a radio blaring lies,of how our losses lessensby each day, howretreat is treason,and […]
Onus of gloom
We carried the onus of gloom, of a dying October, of silence draped over rot and decay. We were cold and had tried, we had lied. but there was nothing […]
Untitled (Cardamom Coffee)
i.I speak to maps,with my writer’s fingertipstracing borders, roadsblisterlessly walked. ii.In his voicedwells the dust of desertsthe scent of rose waterand nostalgic songs. iii.beyond the end of mapsthe world is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 