Behind their spines
Did you know that when the library is abandoned, late at night you may hear the voices of forgotten books? From behind their spines heartbeats are heard and from somewhere […]
Category Archives: prose poetry
We the people
We always knew that truth is only facts that we, the people, feel. That’s why we always claim our birthright to the soil you walk upon (with dirty feet), our […]
The manuscript
Words, words, words taken out of place and mutilated, words from other men — those were the alms left him by the hours and the centuries. — From The Immortal […]
Computers crunching
Computers crunching; we’re databased to tables; calculated into ads and objects. We’re numbered, measured; treasured only by our worth. You and me are matched and watched by coded clouds. Can […]
A librarian’s name
It was a bright and sunny day when he first entered the library; he had a name that wasn’t borrowed from the books. His name was given and told of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 