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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
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 […]
Before we fade
Tickling petals gently wet dewed as butterfliesmay flutter, high on sunsets, we will softly silk-sigh, skin-to-skin, thigh to hand,tit to tongueupwards we can sin to merge impaled;we, my love, weshall […]
Fog-silenced
When the path leads onward over rocks and crags with only cairns to lead the way our hope of catching the promised view had diminished. We had started in the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 