Only the sky
Only the sky…. For years I haven’t seen anything else. Only the sky… rotting for twenty more years. Taking a plea deal instead of facing the jury of “peers” had […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Riding the tempest
Tempest me darkly with your sultry of lips then wrap yourself sadly ‘round tremors of me we tumble to waves with sea-glass and ships and even beyond the horizon lies […]
Talking to my dragon
The dragon of midnight tiptoed through bric-a-brac left, through pockmarks on concrete through ember of graphite through body and mind; while black as the rain, he stared through my dreams […]
Downfall
The sky was different the day the birdsong ceased, (as if they knew) it carried in itself a tepid hue of sick blancmange, That day my skin was drizzle-glazed but […]
Elder bloom
“White elder blossom and dog roses hung in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper, and the hot empty road reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference. High sulky summer sucked me towards […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 