Spell him sick
Wave my wand, to play him tricks, wither prick and make him sick. Let him puke and spook him stiff, Wave my wand, my heart is black Then burn his […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Perfume of you
You are scent of moss-rose, amber, dew a starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June. You are sense of thunder, the wind that blew a bashful whiff of lavender […]
A librarian’s name
It was a bright and sunny day when he first entered the library; he had a name that wasn’t borrowed from the books. His name was given and told of […]
Her silver lining
You can call it gloom or darkness, but when Colton left her at the altar Elsinore named depression twilight. She hated daylight and craved for clouds. There were days when […]
There are secrets that you know
I used to keep a diary for travels where I noted down each Kodak moment snapped. It’s a hard covered notebook; grey textile, lined paper (but lacking margin) where I […]
