Cloudscape
You are the wind-kiss, my goosebumps the stirrer of silver; moon-spilled in water. You are the surf-sound, the sand, and the sage-scent at dusk You are the river and grass, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Hardwood floor
11:43 in the city named AE-43Q uniformed clerks rushed by. Some of them where probably droids but I had ceased to notice the subtle tattoo that indicates a human, we […]
Facing apocalypse
Be spirited, be spry and plan for leaders shunning shame for sycophants and swindlers and for freely giving up your liberty. Be brave and brace yourself for war between our […]
Prepping in pandemic panic
Prepping for the pending pandemic, Peter and Paula purchased pepper and pork to pressure-cook preserves; they paid for ten packs of pasta, ten-pound potatoes, poaches of parsnips and pickled peas, […]
Forbidden fruit
Smooth against my lips, her blushing skin is tempting me with vows of sweetness; Her scent invites me with a pledge to dare to let me dip my cravings deeper […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 