After posing my proposal
The fickle frets I felt in smell of sweat, with odd or even daisy- petals dealt in anxious wait for you to spell my doom in black or bright to […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Letter from the frontier
I’m told that back home in the city where libraries once held books to be read, a few fertile are left to be widespread for masters and wives, to be […]
Strawberry solstice
With strawberried lips, solsticed in hunger we sip elder-scent birdsong grass-dancing infinite dusk endlessly stretching to dawn Soon it’s midsummer and here is a short poem for dVerse OLN — […]
Cancelled wedding
It should have been Eileen’s wedding — not her funeral. After the guests had left Roberto went up to her room starting the healing-process. The wedding dress still in its […]
Returning to market
Come sweetheart, come look at my lemons pay if you may with your pumpkins and smiles because only for you I’ll be clement, you are the honey to sweeten my […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 