Night life
At night awake, at sleep I dive and drown in the neon sheen and shadows left as ember greenas shadows in dilated pupils;those lying eyeswhere once I saw the mirth of two while they saw […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A proposal
Is it passable, my love, though I’m pretty shyfor me inquiring, and pry into the merest possibility of maybe you accepting these, my candid complimentson how pleasingyour appearance is to me,andmaybelater considering to share your life with me? […]
Neighborhood News
We met our neighborwith her dogbetween our lunchand work again. We talked about — the weather how we went to workbut never lefthow in the spring the dogs ran out“The last one leftwas […]
Alone with November
She has a crush on November, All pretense of cheerfulness drizzling away, as a cigarette-butt slowly floating down the gutter. She draws the blinds, ceasing to cover her bruises with Mary Quant […]
A night at the ward
At eight o’clockyour whispers are faded periwinkle and wrinkled with shadows of indigo bruised,like a worn pair of jeanshugging your hipsa summer ten years ago. Closer to midnight you labored sighshave darkened to prussian,while […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 