Who’s to blame?
Can you blame the sky for being blue? Can you stop the blackbird singing? Can you say that spring should halt and shroud it’s face with snow? Can you stop […]
Category Archives: free verse
Almost like running
The moment when you rush, with muscles pumping sweating and with blood taste in your mouth when you are strong and you are fast and when the path is smooth […]
Not owning the night
This night is on fire is one among millions, is sparkling with storm and sensations, is death and damnation, stillness and howling. This night is a night to remember, is […]
First night of summer
On the first night of summer You listen to the sound from the neighbor‘s lawn mower while you fire up the barbeque. You feel the soft touch from the first […]
Opposing mirrors
The more I age, the more I see my father and my father’s father and my mother’s father Like when you see yourself repeated in opposing mirrors I see an […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 