The shadow of the plague
We were like leaves still green but waiting for September frost to drain the sap from veins and boil our blood before we blushed and fell. It is the frost, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Ocean love-afair
Dance me darkly ocean-darling, keep me closer, tied to salt — crazed in careless sea-tongues, born to tides, to brine. My mother-sea let me one day — be froth-kept, as […]
Staying in touch
We always promised that we’d stay in touch. But you moved South and I stayed put; I met Patricia and I hid my memories from her jealousy. She nagged me […]
The mask of the red death
In your deepest void, the smothered dreams are shaded with your agonizing nights where walls surround you, squeeze you closed and capped in bordello-burgundy velvet, hold you in a red […]
Normal
Working from home has become a habit. I am now into my fifth week away from the office and gradually we are settling into a new normality. We have tried […]
