Dissidecency
They only SCREAM with BROKEN (s)words ALL CAPS bleeding SENSE with voices syllaBLED paraBLED tied to metaphors trickling TRUTHs (through sieves of censorship) and IF you hold the KEY to […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
… and silence is what hurts the most
She versed her voice with lace and spiderwebs to tie me tightly to her pillory and laughed. She spun her syllables to silk to bind me to my whipping post […]
Silence of after
The silence of after is never the drabness of drought in a colorless sky or tethered forevers of echoing whys (?) The silence of after are shadows of laughter spilled […]
It’s always darkest before the dawn
Before the cries of dawn we huddled, raptor-shadowed talons planted deeply by the demigod of darkness in our battered twilight-souls. Moon-starved we could hear his hunger carving flesh and cartilage […]
Filling my hollow
The shadow of Meursault is thinner than Raskalonikov’s… which is the reason why it ends the way it does, but still in part, I wish that there would be a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 