Virtue of rest
My garden rests naked. Heavy, laden with rain, autumn-drained from its growth and summer-serfdom of daylight from the restless chlorophyll mechanics grinding green through its roots and its limbs to […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Lost for learning
The library has never been defined by mortar of its walls, not by windows, doors or ceilings or even secrets inked in code and hidden in the seventh basement further […]
Closing time
After closing we waited; drunk from liquor and longing my hands on your bum. The two-AM-streets were empty, silently walking, Was this another dead-end or a brand new beginning? Were […]
Birth pains
The pains I had brought when breaking the bonds, you had built with your uterus-glow, not once but over and over, (as if we’d preserved an umbilical bond to slice […]
Darkness even darker
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again, Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca Sunset is sudden with a tired receding sun cocooning in the clouds. The treacherous moon is absent […]
