The rabbit and her assistant
After the magician’s assistant eloped with his rabbit, he started to drink. He couldn’t decide what was worst: their deceit or the fact that he didn’t know piss about the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A stake at all hallows
By the window she waits, in song of a teaspoon stirring her tea, from the eaves a lament: the drizzle a sorrow of wasted tomorrows, In rustle of leaves his […]
Shame
Is there shame in the shade, in the depth by the wake of your gaze, in candles unlit? Once your words were like bees besotted with bloom, but your sun […]
Kershak’s crushed pride
Deep within his eyes, well a silenced call, tears for felled mahogany, waterfalls, and nimble fingers picking lice. His gaze upon you, singes as your fingers touch the sacrifice, the […]
Bear dance
night tip-tap-t[r]apped, slap the bass &dance [s]lip-slid[l]e tangoed his claws retract em- brace her legs s-s-s-lowly (lies) s[p]layed as hands retrace seams unzipped silk-slip-dip lips on hips brist[led] cheeks search […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 