One night in Paris…
Still clinging to the grains of sand remains a hope of one and half degrees, unburned its fossil carbon, drops still left undrained. Today, on paper signed, a lesson learned: […]
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I miss the songs
I miss the music, and the way we laughed before they came, when only wine was red. I miss the innocence with friends, the draught of beer we shared before […]
My Christmas passed
I miss my father’s calloused hand in mine the silence when, on Christmas morn, we walked into the snowy woods to find some greens to decorate, adorn our crib, the […]
From another war
From hungry soil, from mud of Flander’s field see shell-shocked souls and poppy’s flown, in cries from clay of Sommes, Verdun, from rats and lice from smell of soggy uniforms, […]
Searching for beauty
See bare the branches, boldly starkagainst the ghostly garden rot;it’s lure of leaves have left, to knotsand fits, my fists are folded; darkmy heart is hunger, heckled fromthe clotted clouds […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 