The clown always wins
I carry blades behind my bogus acts; my buffoonery barely shadows serpents and a smile as soft as scissors. I am the corpse invitedto your children’s playground,the grin of palest […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Meatloaf
I trace my finger along the teeth of my Yale key. The metal is tarnished; yellow and spotted with verdigris showing its lack of use. You were always home to […]
Tomatillo harvest
Fermenting in my thoughts a pizza processwake the starterbubbling yearning yeastand later need to knead the dough then add with coriander leaveschilled with chili, tomatillos from the vine, Then toss it, cheese […]
Kayaking
Hips to hulltethered freeI’m paddle-dipping,rolling in your wake I’m crested, carriedhome/awaywhile sipping saltof sea-tears keptto be savored,shared with thisour sun. Sarah inspires us to write about boats at dVerse, and […]
Morning glory
His hands are dry but in the corner of his eyea lonesome teardrop traps the joyful raysof morning-sun.as the library awakes. From dust to vellum,pressed between the breakfastand his dreams,in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 