Failed flirtation
I met you over coffee as I fell from neutrality I’m partial now; to you with cardamom to thighs, your curvatures and the not so subtle way you frown at […]
Category Archives: free verse
Metamorphosis
I promise that my name is not Gregor Samsa, has never been and never it will be, yet I sense resentment oozing in your eyes every time, I click my […]
Fear for loss of freedom
Too often we build prisons in the name of freedom Björn Rudberg He feared for loss of freedom, disliked to share, compassion, fellow men and the song of wind through […]
Are you the moon?
How did the moon feel when it was left alone in darkness to radiate the faded lights that spilled from day to night? Did it feel betrayed or dazzled by […]
Questions XLII
Do acorns have the sense to know the way to best become an oak? Do horses know how infinity can be traveled or reversed again? Do the butterfly mourn a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 