Iron Man
A Man of fortitude shall forge Himself, and know how iron can be tied to muscle-manacles, be gasoline and guns be best to boast but loath how flowers can be […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Phoenix
Caged in his solitude, moonless and lost the ancient librarian shuffles through dust of seemingly identical chambers for a single truthful apparition in the pulp-fiction-platitudes left in the wake of […]
The librarian’s speech
You have passed me; as a ship in search of its harbor or as the wind turning my encyclopedia pages from sage into sinner. I know of your dreams, how […]
Facts and fiction
Drowning in his books the aged librarian is blessed, unknowing but imagining how the world outside remains, still sane and ruled with sense, how compassion is the guiding star, how […]
Talking to books
Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 