Brave enough to bleed
It’s not a fragile thing to bleed — or to pillow fears. It’s not the boldest who bear arms — those who wage the wars. So let us be the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Stillness of July
After summer solstice there is sudden silence, as if the birds can sense the dirge of darkness, they have ceased to sing. And as the neighbors flee we try to […]
Getting a confession
The office was almost empty, someone must have warned them. Empty binders on the floor, a shredder and a pile of staples. The young woman had been pushed into a […]
A day for Schopenhauer
When summer hesitates like it does today he bends with wind and willow close to water with his weight morosed. Benched he sits alone dropping breadcrumbs for the geese He […]
Morning is remorse
Morning is remorse, as lipstick left on glass, stale last left beer, left in scent of cigarettes, sunlight razor blades. The shower she left running as she left me drowsy […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 