Books are bulwark
Let books be bulwark, words preservedas ink on paper never changewhat’s written once we still observe The archived truths is oft immersedwith ancient sense, too often strangebut books are bulwark, […]
Category Archives: poetry
Genie in a bottle
Be careful, you may, get what you wish forkeep your loathing at bay, lock up your hateout of its bottle you’ve opened the doorfor the genie to act, settle the […]
Believing
Once I believed that peace was the absence of war,that weapons were waste,that science of arms was harmthat forging swords into plow bills was always the best. Once I believed […]
Month of rot
We call August month of rotwhen growth of plants has ceasedand fungus, mold, and microbes rule,when we preserve, ferment and pickleto transform our harvests into food instead of muckIt’s the […]
Lullabied
We bonded over walking, wide and farwhen over mountains, meadows, moors we paired you let your hair be wind-blown, sun-kissed, freewandering on forgotten paths towards the sea; and when we […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 