Night is for the beasts
heaven’s turned to black darkness fell with blood opened graves are bad midnight; toll of bells zombies crave for brains footfalls follow boy stupid to be brave night is for […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Need is moon
My need is moon: the way it silvers nape, your neck with veins pulsating, waiting as the paleness of my hands, as snakes are reaching; I’m a shadow; more a […]
A lonesome leaf
Death is less a headstone than a lonesome leaf, clinging to a bough. You might leave a wreath; you might burn the lights; but true remembrance is what gnaws your […]
We Us We
We drown denied; bring change non avalanche: uncoal decarbonize. unsteal — stop steel unwheel and walk. Be WE US WE! work let arm and legs be life. Oceans salts and […]
You can call me Al
Before too late, (a first for me) I’m out too see (a)live an aged musician. Tinsel-eyed I wait to call you Al. while people buzz, still crazy after all these […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 