Miss takes
I almost made mistakes snaking with my hormoned hands, pretending studness with miss takes; but I fell back to loathsome nerdyness and survived my youth. A second entry on mistakes […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Good deeds
Years have passed, but I still recall every single footstep leading to our old mill. My father’s voice still echoes: “We will never sell, never”, but what can a single […]
Ode to bucolic winds
Behold the dawn to blanket me with daffodils; listen you, bucolic breeze, make love and thrive beneath my happy moon; climb every sacred bloom, eat garden poetry in shade, relax […]
Paused enigma
Enigma of my wishes — a star-breeze traced in well of eyes. It’s what’s dwelled behind a silence-veil, the space between one stanza and the next, It’s riddle palimpsests of […]
To read a boarding card
Why should you read a boarding-card? You know the time, you’re checked in and you are early, or maybe just in time for breakfast ‘fore they open to the gates. […]
