Facing an empty fridge
When you wish to have Champagne you can be sure that all you find is milk, but there’s no one else than you to blame I did not steal the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Doctor Nikola
Doctor Nikola brings needle tips, electric shocks and bitter potion sips. He peddles hope when all is hopeless, but hands you rope and noose when checks are bouncing. Doctor Nikola […]
Beneath a frozen moon
Inside this well — I wait, depressed I watch as daylight teases; its solemn disc unmoving (a frozen moon). My hope is strings, too thin too few to twin(e) myself […]
The river is complicit
She had been walking by the banks and talked to sailors; in the taverns there were whispers and we made millstones out of rumors even long before the night when […]
The shadow of a boxer
On the edge of shadows with lidless amber watchful eyes we play and prance; two boxers me and him; we circle tiptoe; wait. Soft like snow our footfalls with retracted […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 