Shallow
Early March with razor sunshine and shadows spilling — ink on corpses of winter melting to mud. It could have been the first day of spring, or the last day […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Straw mannequin
Wide awake at two AM,a moonless nightthe branches brought by the breezeto pat the window-panespersistently alone, with pieces of my past scattered from the cover of my dreams;growling, scurrying on spindly […]
Mycorrhiza
Below, we thrive,we live and owe our loveto growth aboveto what you see:their swelling fleshtheir pride to rise, to stretchto saturate with toxinwhile finding roomto swell, to drink from mulch and dewwhile […]
Two women and an (almost) man
Embraced but later left;(such theft)a subtle trace of lipstick left;such trickshad him exposed,bereft of both,they’re goneinstead of twoin none;his vessel filled is spilled;he’s having nilexcept regret of having lostwhat he loved most. […]
How I miss you
It was never the footsteps you left in the sand by the decknor the breadcrumbsI slept on, night after night.It wasn’t your scent of socks that never been washednor the way you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 