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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
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 […]
Unresolved issues
I don’t think we really quarreled that midsummer night so many years ago. It was only a slight disagreement over some triviality. No, I have not forgotten and I haven’t […]
The smile of a man-boy
When forgetfulness-green shrouds ash-songs of trench-muddy soldiers, When gangrene and blood’s been ploughed, and sown into wheat, may we, beholders, remember when breaking our bread the smile of a man-boy […]
The River
It still makes me cry to remember the fear of us of staying of being bound bleakley to soil, tethered somewhere where it’s greyer, with only the bliss of our […]
