Palinoia
When caught with jam around your lips you touch that pause between a heartbeat and the next and tense in halfway rigor mortis, in the gall and wormwood sense of […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
We were like houses
My past in the suburban housing; mushroomed from the meadows in the early sixties; houses side by side, stately rows with playground streets; at first the same, but after fifty […]
Bike and water
I bicycle across the frozen lake on my way to work. It’s almost six kilometer shorter than the path around. A gift of winter and a road for free. A […]
American sentence – moon
It’s from the deepest shadows of an alley that the moon looks brightest. An American sentence for Kerry at toads. — February 19 2017
Nightshade whispers
Is it lunacy — this slow decay of night? As nightshade whispers and how moths commit its suicide when flying close to light… A laughter fills my abdomen with rot […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 