Scimitars
Late in Aprilwhen the sun sets latesome sunrays piercethe silence of his library,with the savageryof spiteful scimitars. The aged librarianperceive the slightest tinglestarting in his stomachas from indigestion,it stretches through […]
Window to the sea
A summer breeze moves the muslin drapesas shallow shadows dance on naked skinand windows open to the sea make shapesthe sunset paints us in a sweeter sense of sin. We […]
The raft of Medusa
Young, we embraced ideas of changebut quickly from dreaming derangedto terror, to death, into blood,to malice from bold brotherhood.we frowned at slow evolutionsto bless our fierce revolution,but after the bloodshed […]
Exposures and daffodils
This week we feltfor the first timehow a compassionate breezefrolicking on skin, in hairwhile dandelion yellownessenlighten last year’s grass with thebrightness of sun We erupt in laughterwith the cerulean skies,while […]
Whistleblower
What I called fear of losing faith(or losing face) or being named a fraud,you saidwas being chickenhearted, craven,not standing up,or bending (bowing)to the will of others,of being molded into servitude,you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 