Cloudberry Paths
Mountain recollectionslinger in the tasteof cloudberries spoonedover ice-cream slopes. I shut my eyesdream to bendto pick the mire gold,creamy soft,preserved for this. You feed me berriesmaking mountain-plansfor paths to walkfor […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Asylum
In absence of mirrors imposedby conventions of beautyor personal gracethe aged librarian stillcan see himself as a shadowan apparition or ghostslowly shiftingin his private listof books(both toxic and benign)or as […]
Moth-moon
Bracken -brown I breathe, one eye openedcamouflaged, alone. I note the callous sungone pale, grey behind its autumn shroud,almost turning day to night and my moth-mind. moon-mind, flutters skyward higherwhere […]
Being lucky
Dawn crawled through the trenches, across the ground, pockmarked by yesterday’s mortars, rattling the skeleton-branches of oaks. Sergeant Harper coughed, the claws of mustard gas ripping his throat. Was he […]
Darkness deserved
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 