Leave a light on
When you leave me, please — spike my gloom with silver sickle of a waxing moon and in the wake behind you please — trickle pebble stars to guide me […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Goodbye Sarajevo
Still early, Amina left the guest house. She checked the address on her smartphone and quickly found the loathsome address, where she once had lived. The cobblestones where cold to […]
Almost like crying
Lacklusterly l linger, slowly skyward gazing trying to find shapes of dreams I’ve lost or just a little depth in the gormless grayness of these listless clouds. I read the […]
Still life with leftovers
Monday mourning — grey and mostly mundane I’m drowning, breath- less breathing; gathering my words and gardening the weeds, and sun is lost to leftovers for dinner. A short poem […]
Nocturnal sustenance
3 AM I woke up sleep- less, high on heart- beats, belly aches and moonless mania; at break of dawn I sighed, I dressed & went surviving back to work. […]
