Nope means no
Eunice adjusted the cap to cover his face. He was dressed in the same clothes he wore when he left but his once-bright yellow cardigan was brown-smudged and soiled. Shame […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Selfie in the time of the Covid-19
I’m something moreor lessthe mess of numbers,arrows,code and sorrowstre-e-e-tchedacross my wide-screen-hours, making odds meet ends,and end be balancedinto spreadsheetshyper scaled to sumsof dollars and maybe laterborrow wordsfrom Powerpointsto bless the […]
Caught (again)
Even when he’scookie-jar-red-handed caught lie-entangled, matter-mangled eavesdropped or exposed,his exit from untruthsis never to admit but to lie,deny or shy the facts;blame or bully,shame and smear until nothing that we […]
Behind their spines
Did you know that when the library is abandoned, late at night you may hear the voices of forgotten books? From behind their spines heartbeats are heard and from somewhere […]
Prohibition years
I remember, in daylight pretending, be straight and dependent. Breadwinner and accountant, but as soon as the gaslights were lit, I was drawn to speakeasies where bourbon and flappers gave […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 