Parting and parsley
Parting is the parsley that adorns a juicy steak: the one you put aside; the one you save for last. You watch it soaked in gravy waiting for the waitress […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Not another ice-queen
spill me shimmer-grins open clouds unjar, unshadow me come spark my cue to skip-twist bubble-dance to smile and journey home to hibernate wait for spring please lull me, melt me […]
Cue or being cued?
I shiver (longing) for a sign for your cue for bat of eyelash for glimpse of teeth for parse of lips for ice to break. I daisy-petal, picking hope and […]
Claws in closets
“I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.” ― Joan Didion, Where I Was From Can you […]
The cause is lost
When truth is treated lightly; tossed aside for looks and laughter; when gasoline is used to quench annoyance caused by factless principles the cause is lost When force of money’s […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 