Loneliness is not a void
Your loneliness is not a weightless void it’s not the darkness of a hollowed heart. Your loneliness is lead and plans destroyed, it’s blood and bones, the undertaker’s cart. Your […]
Category Archives: poetry
Greetings from Oak Ridge
Today, August 6, is Hiroshima day, and my thoughts go back to Oak Ridge Tennessee. More than thirty years ago I spent a few month in this small city close […]
4 AM the seventh day…
“Still life is death.. “, she said picking petals from the last geranium I brought. She had ceased to cry… waiting, waiting by his side; his every heartbeat luminescent on […]
My twin in comics
I still recall — when I was told how much I am like Tintin; it’s not so much my youthful looks (though I prefer my hair unkempt like him) but […]
Mosquitoes in my bedroom
A subtle key to darkness is the light beam carving webs and shadows… an orb aglow, a book unread, the scent of sparkled dust; it is the questions I’ve been […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 