Deeper deeper
You were ember to my icicles, You, adventure and a scent more forceful than your wet footprints on the hard- wood floor from bath to me. You were braille on […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Stay bedded if it’s raining
Honey, spoil me rotten with your kisses soft as cotton. be my missus, honey. Let’s be wedded when it’s sunny. We’ll stay bedded if it’s raining, and embracing with the […]
Finding the path
If you search for a place to lessen your burdens, a place like a wood, or the edge of a river, a place where your mind is relieved, you learn […]
Breakfast and November
In the twilight of November with moon a sickle sharp and bleeding, I saw your shadow passing, through our garden, dun. I waited, asked: “Do you still remember?”, and you […]
Darker than dreaming
I read today that this November has not been blessed with sunlight it’s been cloudy, darker than forever But still with you, at home, it’s bright it’s sunny in this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 