Pledge
Breeze me tender; move your hands along and graze my ribs unbroken. Mend me, be the river for my willow-roots. Blend forevers to caesuras, left between my heartbeats. Oxygen my […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Peace of gravel
Once a gravel caught inside a soldier’s shoe became a wound, that snowballed into pus and soon his gangrened limb, was cut, and thus the butterfly effect from stones was […]
Still life with silverware
Memories of nights, when afterwards I walked through lilac-scent, and black- bird melodies, are pewter in our silver- ware, a nail that snags my socks; it’s a nagging dream of […]
And my name’s forgotten
At night, I still remember hearing him, my good husband praying, while they, our closest neighbors drank and fornicated. But yet in togetherness we tilled the land side by side […]
Frenzy
Kayla watched the waves rolling in, each one was another blow, she braced herself, not yet ready to face Nick. He had been drinking. “Your dress shows cleavage”, predicted fuse […]
