Chain me
Chain me — cause soon the beaver moon will spill its silver in my chamber and curse my nightshade eyes with crave and hunger Chain me — cause I can […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Trust
Sometimes kindness is nothing more than seeing or be seen. I smile, you see we say hello. This summer we were just about to board a ferry when I saw […]
Moccasins
You crave a house; a garden with a stately oak, a library a place to rest. Walls you build with thoughts and windows form from dreams the roof is tiled […]
Opioid eyes
Wretched the poor, the vermin and the parasites, the ruined humans in dilapidated houses clinging to the edge of being wood. In foul existence, and maggot numbers they are carrying […]
Fog in wig and gown
Muddiest — that leaden headed fog, too thick, groping, pestilent, holds this heaven and earth. Softly tripping on slippery pretence its owlish drawl from padded madhouse, dead in every churchyard, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 