Still life
My days are sand and water,as a dying river gently flowing,dawn to dusk, to slaughtertime, diminishing, not growing. My weeks are rock and timberas a castle by the river crumblingspring […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Necrosis
My darling you came closer, puzzled mein ambergris and sandalwood,nudged me darkly with your scent anddyed me crimson in your scarlet wordsyou were the lighthouse. sending meoarless far at sea, […]
Indecision
While we make plansfor where to gonext springor when to visit friends,we plan for birthdays,marriage,planto live while in betweeneach heartbeat dwellsin darkness — death,an interlude of indecisionto go on or […]
What the visitor was told
You passed me — a shipin search of shore and harboror as the gentle windturning pagesof my encyclopedia —changing it from sage to sinner. Seeker — I know your dreams,how […]
Eternal thirst
My mistress, cat o’ nine tailsfox-eyed luscious, liver lover. Her nine-tail lure, tales are tellingof falling men insane with lust I try to catch her shadow changedkitten-woman, flail and fox. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 