Let me keep my ol’ fedora
I might not be the prophet John and you are not Salome, but could you still let free that seventh veil and spend the night with me. I’ll offer you […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Leaving in November
You left when leaves were dirty rags, when foliage shrunk to tattered shrouds dangling on the barren boughs. You left when days were dusk and foggy fingers slipped around my […]
Daylight stings
A raging wind tore leaves from limbs of dying trees, when from the graveyard far away a hell hound howled. “This night the ghosts are out”, the landlord said and […]
The mastermind behind
“This game is rigged”, Annabella Appleton complained. Another failed job interview She slammed down her leather briefcase on the kitchen counter. “Oh, sweetie-pie let me give you a hug”, Anita […]
Fairer than a fairytale
Once upon a dragon, dressed in silver young and fair, the noble Princess Tinselwi rode to war, to fight the ogre Mooblestink, who ruled the swamp with perjury and slander, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 