Morning sun
Morning sighed, it beamed and paled its beams on bedroom walls are wails and stains. Awake before she waned and faded echoed with specks of dust she left. This is […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Blinded by shadows
Backdropped against the blinds shadows played, voices raised and fell, suddenly awake on Aaron rents settee I lay exposed, the walls too thin, when suddenly a gun goes off, and […]
The softest grass
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” ― Mary Oliver There are partings and […]
Underneath
Underneath the smooth- ness of his new Armani suit lurks decay Underneath his promises corruption rots. His voice is luminous, lustred, laced with lies. “I respect your choice”, But underneath, […]
Eel
too much deep-ends upon a dead eel burrowed blazed with pain (slaughter) beside the vile sick one I had to do another one inspired by The read wheelbarrow at toads. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 