More breeze than sorrow
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.” – Andrew Wyeth The rib cage of […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Mostly I am dreaming
Shackled to existence, you grab my space-suit collar, plead with tripled eyes ajar: “Name a star from me”, you say; I touch your hair and folds of nape. I point […]
Of women and airplanes
Germs, germs are everywhere. It’s time to clean, to burn, to wipe away her residues. Olivia has left, and soon another one (with other germs) will come. I’m never really […]
Beach Ophelia
The clouds lament in solitude and sea is sighing sorrow her footprints leading to the sea in souls of no tomorrow. Recalling what she wrote to him about his vile […]
My car broke down
My car broke down, between des Moines and heaven, there was hell upon a hill, your lonely house, I came at night for help. I came a stranger to your […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 