Quenched
So much depends upon a kettle close to boiling whistling warning just before the flame is quenched. So much depends upon the word that’s drenched in swallowed silence: quenched. Shay […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Marionett
I’m puppet-danced by vicious winds in singe of strings, I jerk when pulled by slander and the truths untold of passions and with whom you’re twined. When once before your […]
A full length mirror
The splendor of himself. His limbs, his hair, his eyes, his voice — perfection. Edmund had always been taller. He was admired and broke the heart of his first girl […]
Whenever possible, keep it simple (like a coffin-nail)
There’s nothing quite as simple as a coffin-nail. A dead unwanted piece inert and sharp that does its job encasing what was once the life the moving limbs, the sins. […]
Marooned
From sulking waves — in aftermath of words, I’m left marooned. Once before we weaved the seas. We whispered tender words. Waiting – lulled complacent dulled we never saw we […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 