More refrain than lyric
This song is more refrain than lyric, a broken record of apologies. You were right of course, but it ceased to matter when we picked at scabs, when we bruised […]
Brave enough to bleed
It’s not a fragile thing to bleed — or to pillow fears. It’s not the boldest who bear arms — those who wage the wars. So let us be the […]
Stillness of July
After summer solstice there is sudden silence, as if the birds can sense the dirge of darkness, they have ceased to sing. And as the neighbors flee we try to […]
Getting a confession
The office was almost empty, someone must have warned them. Empty binders on the floor, a shredder and a pile of staples. The young woman had been pushed into a […]
A day for Schopenhauer
When summer hesitates like it does today he bends with wind and willow close to water with his weight morosed. Benched he sits alone dropping breadcrumbs for the geese He […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 