Honor comes at a cost
Ten year old with golden hair to her waist, Lila couldn’t understand the silence; yesterday her parents had laughed with her while she told them about school. Now mother hid […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The last Earl of Tharnham Towers
I climb my tower as the shadows stretch their hungry limbs across the moor. The breeze tastes sour with impending doom and I stretch across the bulwark to watch as […]
September
On Sunday night September came walking dressed in night with rubber wellies on her aching feet, she strode through streets to shake the leaves from boughs and check if yet […]
Constant hum
Since many years ago, my body has forgotten the way it sometimes aches when I had used my arms, how my back could be in pain from bending low to […]
For the love of my wife
I love my wife. I love her blue-eyed daughter, her dimpled smile and chubby fingers. I love them every twenty-seven nights except on nights like this. It is for them […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 