The weight of their waiting
While Death is lipsticked to bones, her sister the Night lament to the stars: “I’m here for your waiting as my back is closer to breaking, drying your tears from […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Borders drawn
With borders drawn, on maps and carved through hearts, and barbed with fences, walls and words; it’s the day democracy destroys itself. But you have a choice to close your […]
To find what’s sought
In frantic summer urge, insane with bloom when teared in drizzle, hand in hand we meet this evening, kissed in tangerine, not gloom your hair is wilderness, your eyes not […]
Investment partner
I need an investment partner, a gardener of bucks, deceptive man of shadows, fraud. I need your greed, your willingness to cheat, accepting open bodies, guts on desert sand. I […]
Who did you meet?
Between a heartbeat and a sigh, you said (as if with reason): “We’ve reached an end”. I noticed then, how close to treason words can be; a precipice you never […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 