November escape
A Cirrus-streaked aboveness, slate-grey galesravage ribcage, tears apart, murder maim.the westerner, November winds haul us sleet Watch bony boughs give way, they bend and flailsee centennial sentinels. pine-trees claimedto teeth […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Below the flagstones
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be mane e cummings Below the somber flagstonesburied bones forgotten ash While reckless shadows playin absentminded hide and seek […]
Irk/some
What’s thatthat irk/some itch,the glitchthat makes you watchthose loath/some actsthe facts, the catch,the this and thatthat spins your mindthat drives you nutsmakes you blindunease your gutsthe poisoned treatsthose nightmares leftat […]
Daughter dear
Daughter dear, with your tangled tressesfreckled skin, I love your crooked teeth, your clawsthat reek of rot, your breath. Outcast you, like mecaved for shelter, I singwith booming voicefor you, […]
Choice (or not)
Are you chosen by joyin the way a dust-moth danceswithout effort in afternoon sunor as a sea-song goesto rest on the beach at sunsetas the moon-street guides youinto heavenly sleep? […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 