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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
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? […]
Blame(d)
WARNING: my prose can be disturbing for sensitive persons and is of course 100% fictional. As November darkness devours my sanity I recall how it started already when traversing into […]
Deserted voices
faraway deserted church-bells tollfaraway deserted church-bells tollsoftly fall of paws, retracted clawssoftly fall of paws, retracted clawsdeserted paws of church-bells fallfaraway claws retracted softly toll from open graves their voices […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 