Talking to books
Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Blue Lovers
We rested helpless, lost below a listless sky, no moon, no noon no stars to mar its grayness, no screams no dreams to bless us from this ceaseless agony this […]
Joyful Epitaph
I lit a candle for November’s spirit, not mourning this, its timely death. He left us dressed in drizzle-grey to dig his grave in rotting leaves, alone, least loved among […]
Drunk on decay
Elinor sits by herself, stirring her tea while stewing on the stillness left in his wake. She measures his absence in how much her mildew has grown since he left. […]
Untitled document
I am untitled I love hiding in fog I am unfogged, loving title of I? I am hiding in love Un-fog-titled I. Am I in fog? Hiding, Led in tit-love. […]
