Use your Duchamp pen
How can the bathroom wall be less than art? Bring your Duchamp pen, and make the paleness of its tiles a tale of more beyond what bullies did. Have you […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Trading jewelry
“Ten dollars, not a cent more”, Joe said leaning backwards in his swivel chair; his big belly undulating as he ogled the young woman. She shook her head while reaching […]
Castle of your sorrow
Is your sorrow built from bricks and mortar? Does it reach towards the sky with pinnacles and turrets? Do you keep it safe behind a moat and drawbridge? Is your […]
Talking to the wall
It’s more my habit than your dream; in how your shadow dances with a whitewashed me. We used to come here once it’s where I first got drunk it’s where […]
Bridging with patience
The previous day we had hardly left the cabin. Ceaselessly the rain had beaten roof and windows, clouds had licked the soil while gusts of wind had shaken walls and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 