Uncharted
I was born while stillthe world had a few unchartedpieces, parts less knownexcept as shadows, by a name,by a history of polar expeditionsby its ice, its rocksby being far away:my […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Cityscape fragments
ICars, passing, their headlightsilluminating the cadaverof autumn’s last hedgehog. II.Left on the sidewalkthe butt of a cigarette, lipstick-stainedpart of a shopping list (unreadable)faeces from a mid-sized dog, IIIIn her wake, […]
Never or now
The week has been hollowtime has been crawling, it’s slowbut with dusk, the pressure is buildingI’m boiling, I’m bubblingit’s never or nowwe’re leaving for town, it’s Friday night and the […]
Crowned by wisdom
She walks wildly while veiledglaring at people with butterfly eyes;her claws are almost retracted,and her jaws are ready to snapTo you, she is crazy. but for meshe is wearing her […]
Our songs
Tonight the band is playing our songsCome, darling, while the night is younglet us merge as strings and bellsI know you, baby. like the Bible spells Dance me darkly to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 