Bearing my name
I bear my name with a weight of pawing the moss, I’m named for my strength with a blueberried tongue I’m warrior of honor and light, cuddly and kind but […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Yams and roadkill
Mom… your yams are mushy and the mushroom’s foul and yucky. Your cabbage smells like garbage this supper sucks, I’m so unlucky, Mom… your soup’s disgusting and sprouts for me […]
Unlucky and yucky
There once was a boy from Kentucky, who was always considered unlucky. When he met with a girl with the sweetest of curls, he tripped and his face became mucky, […]
Stillborn words
These; my stillborn words of staring into voids of darkness, These: my queries roared while counting time that can’t be measured, or when or why? or with whom it counts? […]
Ambergris
Spewed from indigestion of a sperm whale, washed in waves and kelp are ambergris and attar from rose, are musk and frankincense, are sandalwood and cinnamon. These, the basic notes […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 