February Monday
Another February Monday. Streets are grey with slush and water seeping through my shoes. On the the subway I am sandwiched between an elderly lady with a flu so bad […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A recipe for joy
Unleash yourself on drunkenness — let yourself be free and dance, grow wings or hail the dark side of the moon. Be drunk with swagger of the new found confidence […]
Midway in my thoughts
The ground is covered in snow, meringue hills undulates in soft shades of white and light grey. The sky is covered in milky clouds and the snow swarms around us […]
Birth of a new nation – an anthem
Hail to the chief, praise you, protector of wife-beaters, missiles and coal. Hail to the liars, to foreclosure kings, and slumlords of faked gilded halls. Hail to the chief, polluters […]
Self-Portrait in Hell
Awake with venom in my veins from (s)words: “just friends”, your coup de grâce delivered late. My heart still beating right beneath my skin ready to be ripped apart again. […]
