Caesura and a sigh
The aged librarian is the caesura in a reading when we still are silent, waiting to applaud. We glance sideways, shuffle feet, explore the lint on threadbare cloth. And we […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
An office worker’s song
Hear sounds of night — a lullaby for withered fronds Hear sighs of night — how dark are shadows passing Hear screams of night — of horsemen in his nightmare […]
Another dream
I’m a beetle in a city’s underbelly; unknown to me.. Behind me echoes. Footsteps, heavy, kissed with limp. Ahead an eerie shimmer blinds; is it hope or corpse-light? My breath […]
Cellar interior
In my cellar I had wine and memories waiting to mature or turn to vinegar. I bottled summer. Winter, Wind. Whispered voices. I waited for my wine to peak — […]
Christmas steak
At Christmas eve, we served a steak on dinner plates my grandma painted, and when we laid the table I could sense the scent of linseed oil and turpentine. She […]
