My lady, my tea
Your name is the secret slowly distilled from hilltops shadowed by clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. Anointed […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Eye of the needle
Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Matthew […]
Moses
It was Saint George’s day nineteen seventy-two, a Sunday, when we found him newborn in a laundry basket and named him Moses. He was one of three in his mother’s […]
Curse my name
The night she flared in fury: flushed with roses rising on her apple cheeks, her perfect periwinkle eyes still stole my heart; and though her cherry-lips could curse me I […]
Carnal Cravings
Come closer darling let me tickle you in carnal cravings, let’s boil in bliss of burning blood, let’s be closer, boiling, captured skin on skin let’s fall into the sweetness […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 