Finding a home
The dilapidated house looked nothing like the description in the ad. Sure, it said that “some touch-up required”, but this needs a bulldozer, thought Steve. Alas Elle was excited; she […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
My lonesome shirt
Regrets remains in its jaundiced collar and the cuffs too frayed,too greyed it’s off-white now withBolognese stains, a missing buttonmildly mildew scented, but still I hope & add detergent, bleach , warm-wash, hopingthat maybe once again to […]
Counting seasons
In this pandemic, days are added to days. Season follows season, and we have started to count the time in years. We can go on to live like this, as […]
No Thieves in the library at night
At dusk the librarian anticipates the nightand gets ready to to close the doors;he walks the halls, making surethat every visitor and thief have left,and as shadows travel in his […]
Small Flies and Other Wings
The way you smileis how the candlelightmay briefly blaze a grey-winged moth into a fiery butterfly; this brilliant moment ishow my breath andmy heartbeats are kindled, burningbut as you turnand leave me […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 