I almost found a treasure
I almost found a treasure once — With veins of gold — The wind was soft, and sun was cosy — We were not old — I aged — and […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
It’s more real than a reality show
I’m more an episode, a past of tense; sedated I am moribund, too slight to fend myself from grips of claws and waves of nausea. Reduced I’m just a passage […]
Cemetery secrets
Just a few weeks ago, before October came to an end, we decided to visit Skogskyrkogården. Built in the first part of the twentieth century, this graveyard south of Stockholm […]
Spicing the stew
Preparations start with choice of lamb; a shank not shy of lard, proud with bones and marrow Then start before your breakfast, cause to stew it tender it needs to […]
Believing is for the night
At night we talked in unicorn believing in the possibility that broken promises or shards of hope can be rectified with glue. But daylight turn the unicorns to donkeys; we […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 