What’s the color of peace?
It must be a color less like the soil not ochre, sienna or brown reminding of trenches or graves; it cannot be red as the rage of revenge, the color […]
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What’s the matter?
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. Martin Luther King Our state of mind is just to live our lives — begin by […]
The secrets of the bees
A hiss of vapor safely let released, the oil on sprockets, and the cushioned walls you keep for words that’s hurled in anger, faults unmentioned and your strength to quench […]
The moon’s an onion
The moon’s an onion, sun’s a pear as sweet as gold but silver-sharp the bitter night consists of tears. Yet daylight bring me teeth of sharks it’s cruel scimitars, it’s […]
Whispers of the timber
Though dead, these grains of wood, as skeins unfold, with hands as kites, in prayer wave; a wind of words, a wish across the plains, “Please save the world from […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 