Glass-heart girl
It looks like she’s sleeping, smiling in dreams built from the summers we spent by the sea. I thought she’d been cured by my giving and caring… … but a […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Monday mourning
I lament the evils of the world wishing peace instead of war and seek to guide us all to something better… yet, I dress myself in a kind of kindness […]
A wasted day
When weather change from freezing into thaw the ice below moans melodies as if in pain. When anger of the wind turn faces puce and raw we huddle leeward from […]
My grandmother’s plates
In my grandmother’s room always lingered a fragrance I only learned late was from turpentine and linseed oil but the flowers she crafted on platters and bowl I noticed… I […]
Ox weeks
This weekend we worked in the garden burning the branches that had been building over the past few years. A rare sunshine glanced through the trees and a scent of […]
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