February night
On Saturday evening when the sun had completely set we took our backpacks, tent, and sleeping bags and walked into the dark wood. For the first kilometers we walked along […]
Tag Archives: prose
Night-time, Enigma
Midnight weighs on her wet brow. a massive dread for what morning will bring. His wheezing voice still echoes as she hurries through deserted alleys for a cold mattress and […]
Blackbirds again
Blackbirds, blackbirds from thickets and from trees, before the buds have broken, they greet me when I walk through woods. I have understood that the Eurasian blackbird is a true […]
Life is a lie
You babble about hope, forgiveness and peace when bodies are piled in ditches, I hear you but have to digress;I cannot listen but talk what you please.Of future spring and […]
Tonight to forever
Valentine and we walk towards the sea, your hand, a bird nesting in mine. The night is the shadows of slumbering trees, it is winged with our dreams in the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 