Muddy Monday
Monday’s a heavyset woman wears boots and tramples through mud; she’s dressed in a hand-me-down trenchcoat and as she pulls up the collar to ward off the sleet that is […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Daylight
I think of spring in terms of daylight more than snow. This morning was the first morning of this year when I saw my shadow while bicycling to work. Sunrise […]
Jack of spades
We raised foolish fake-gold colonnades and slipped our feeble silver-coins into the sweaty hands of the brooding colonel of the underworld to perk a fickle crescent smile from the bottom […]
Wild in wild
Wild in wild your rolling waves, O surge of silence, you — my sea. Today you are as smelted lead no froth no crests kindly coiling beneath this pewter sky, […]
Airport dreaming
Passport? In my jacket pocket, No. I had it before and my ticket somewhere, There, deep in the back pocket of my jeans, where is the gate A-45? “Don’t leave […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 