Mrs and Mr McFinn
One day, Mrs Mabel McFinn draped her shoulders in shadows and left her husband Fergus McFinn to deal with his cobwebs and leftover stew. Mrs Mabel McFinn fled with a […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Prayer for the last of leaves
October you, come rain and night and blow despair away on tender feet; denounce me first but bring me peace and let me sleep in lucid dreams. October you, come […]
Dark roses
October tiptoed so gently, coming with fall kissing the apples to red, singeing the leaves with scarlet and brown; in yellow she rose me from sleep with foggy fingers poking […]
Better than on Snot
“No, no I don’t hate them, they are just very shallow,” said lieutenant Snyak, licking her exquisite middle eyebrow in place. “Ha… indeed. I asked one, what he worshipped… guess […]
Beauty of Rust
The beauty of rust is not in its color and not in the the view of the horizon left free and unharmed. The beauty of rust is not in its […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 