Small adventures
Let every day be another small adventure, let there be the slightest obstacle to overcome. It’s like going uphill on the bicycle and knowing that after going uphill follows thrills […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
belladonna eyes
this cigarette butt crushed — perfume still lingers belladonna eyes to tick-tack of stiletto heels why lipstick on my collar? Linking late to Poetry Pantry — December 10, 2017
Sheep and gnus
See how they leap; rows of sheep — as my sleep slips by. Please tell how ewe supply can grow and not slow while bedclothes strangle I’m mangled and wrangle: […]
Wet wadmal
Winter walks with weight of wet wadmal; somnambulism from dawn to dusk, shoulder-hunching in sweat-scent of the crowded trains, Winter is pale faces focused; illuminated in sheen of smartphone screens […]
Peeing at night
I remember many years ago I had to pee at night and got lost inside the house. I stumbled breaking toenails on unexpected chairs while searching for the door. It’s […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 