Low pressure
The tapioca-sky keepsher secrets close to her bosom, she stays silent,plucking her eye-brows, brooding with thunderhead tongue, but when I deal she says“no”, sits speechless and smiles. Is she contentwith a passable pair […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
In the Orphanage
It’s not a viewpoint or a minor political aspectit’s neither left nor rightbeing human when facing their mica-eyes gazing, to give rather than take;it’s not being righteousblaming children, abandonedfor the faults of […]
Metamorphosis
His rigidity raised an iron wall between me and my sister. We have never met since he forced me to leave. She takes me to the room where his open casket […]
Evil is present
Evil is always presentpetty and present in meand in youlurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandalsinterred in the bones,exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin. Evil is absence, […]
Demise-devotion
October clay-foot darkness walksbehind my shadow darkly,with labored breath, he never talks,he’s hungry, leer is sparkly. He scrapes my skin with finger-twigsleaves me dreamless, barren,nowhere to turn, my end is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 