Marleys come calling
Dead — as a door-nail reflecting flicker of wildfire-glow; may we still hope that the ghosts of the Marleys might call on Scrooges to teach them that money burns better […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Proposal
Don’t tell me it’s maybe No darling, please baby You must not say no don’t go that low Come holler and yell much closer and tell in barks, boom and […]
Dream-wolf
One is laced with frost its mate besmirched in blaze; my Janus-eyed mate, my dream-wolf, wordlessly impaling my sleep. Stare-asking —she mutely peers delightfully, with deliberate intent why my pay-check […]
Self-cremation
At night our pyre glows with sudden flares as tongues, ensnaring trees, condemned by us, the virtuos wardens turned to butchers, hangmen and assassins; we, the undertakers watch our garden […]
Our reason to get drunk
They came with the tide, as if the moon had a story to tell. Seabirds had eaten their eyes and death stared back from the voids that were left. They […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 