An end to boredom
This war will end an ordinary day just as it started once, like weather didn’t change a lot that day we never noticed our transition into war. I think it […]
Category Archives: free verse
The magi left behind
He had heard about a star but had drawn the blinds, cause only candle lights could kiss the pages of his precious books. The aged librarian is deaf to every […]
Untitled (waiting for metaphors)
The aged librarian collects ideals: he’s saving fragments, bulbs and seeds of scribbled shorthand, notes and antidotes. He shuffles words and stanzas tries to set them juxtaposed against his memory […]
You can always drown again
You stand there barefaced with your mica eyes, your hair a mess, you’re bored in aftermath of wasted wildness; your fingers claw for hypodermic bliss. Your lips in avarice sandpaper […]
Destruction of Atlantis
The aged librarian cannot reach the upper shelves where Plato hides. For yet a while his twilight lips knows by heart each metaphor, each parable. He can still sense Atlantis, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 