Wide-Eyed
I palmed a polished pebble sensed its surface — skin- like; stayed silent, strong between my breath and seashell-sounds of self. I talked to scents of spring spiderwebbed myself an […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Daisies
Drunk from spring we wake up early to a smiling dawn sky, periwinkle pearly we’re smiling laughing, giggling, shrieking shrilly drunk in spring when daisies, lilies turn us silly, we […]
Melting
A place reeking of grease and unsettled bills, empty dining room, a snow-covered lawn. It fitted his canceled date. She hadn’t even bothered to text him. Sarah the ice-queen. Simon […]
Postcard from Bohuslän
In summer I’ll bring you westwards to shores where the wind face you frisky and sea-freed to untangle your hair from the ties of timber and moss In sea-summer here, […]
Silence and tea
If you make tea for people returning from a flower viewing, displaying a painting of flowers or birds, or a flower arrangement in the tearoom is inappropriate. In music — […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 