Hesitant
The autumn leaves, still hesitant to leave, are like my poems desperately seeking questions better fitting every manifold of vagrant answers waiting to decay. A very short poem written for […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The first All Hallow
The sunset was a pale sigh and walking through the cemetery my feet were leadlike; with darkness arriving I felt the burden of my mourning growing. A year had passed, […]
Forever of water
He lures you with his fiddle moaning from the eddies, in the foam of water where the stream is fiercest. He tempts you with the way the river rushes, crushes […]
Once as sunbeam
Once as sunbeam, bright she shone; embrightend those around, until the day she met the lover-nemesis the man who burnt her heart. He stole delight and light, to flame her […]
One last service
On his deathbed, Malcolm pondered the joys in his life: quail’s egg, lark-tongues, caviar and Kobe-beef washed down with Chateau Chéval Blanc. Both ruthless and fortunate, he left in his […]
