Rapunzel’s Miranda
My knight, I might let you scale my tower but, it’s easy just to let you slip and break your neck. You might be another hand- some man, but I […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Kindling firework
Desires kindle fire as ember fingers braille and brand our skin We dagger night with poems flesh on flesh and flesh in flesh — we make firework. Angie gave us […]
November drizzle
Wet and drizzled this November, stillborn-cold, a tightened noose of darkness, throb of migraine, damp depression, a scent of unwashed wool and soggy shoes. November is the weight of death, […]
Not another apidestra
Alone — a jardiniere without its aspidistra. Abigail sighed. Herbert had not been the best catch in the pond, but he had left her. She should have ended it instead. […]
Light a candle
You may sense my deep drawn sighs as yet a graveyard draught but I just crave your kind attention a candle for my forgotten grave. My father used to shut […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 