The world is flat
Awhaped and betrumped we’re stumped for words; as war & fury can be waged in only hundred forty letters Cause when quacksalver and coney-catch can match the facts of science […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
When silence thrives
Our silence thrives when shame and shamed is answer and response to forbidden groping hands from men of power. Linking a Shadorma for dVerse OLN. Wanted it short and sharp […]
From stealth to murder.
I don’t need anything really. Certainly not cutlery. But I watch them eating and their forks are tantalizing. The man drinks ale — good — that will make him sluggish. […]
A night with demons
When critters claw and cry at midnight; moans for me. I’m tethered tight; I tremble for delight of daring devils, and zesty zombies zucking In vain a vampire veins me, […]
Yellowfoot
In mid October porcini mushrooms have been eaten by the slugs; there are no yellow chanterelles; it’s even late for hedgehog mushroom; their pale faces would shinel against the pockmarked […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 