Spreadsheet Blues and Office Lies
It’s been spreadsheet blues and office lies this year and weather hasn’t been too kind. My goals and targets have been sliding underneath the rotting wetness of November leaves. When […]
Category Archives: free verse
Fertilizing Mephistopheles
Why afraid of ebola? of terrorism? of North Korea, Russia or United States? of climate change or bankruptcy? What’s really scary is the fear and zealousness of golden keys of […]
After all it could have been worse – for dVerse
There was a birthday when I realized I probably had less remaining roads to go than the paths I already had walked. I should have done, delivered gold and maybe […]
The memory of bread – for dVerse
Smell of supermarket bread – evokes a memory inside that market research indicate will make us buy — thirteen point nine more food we cannot eat. Half of what we […]
Like sipping a Pastis
Rolling from his lips, those dreams like sipping your pastis of milky wormwod bitterness. But bending backwards you still meet his promiscuous promises of afternoons – anonymous in Rive Gauche […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 