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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Secrets, deeper down below
“Down below… you have to dig deeper” The four men were masked, clad in rubber clothing, they had spades, but mostly they tore through the grass and mud with gloved […]
Her words were avenues
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
Listening to somniloquy
Whispered voices somniloquy tethered breath. Goddess blessed Godiva-dressed she’s pillowed tress-caressed dreaming softly screaming. Darkly passing clouds across the moon, as I wait for dawn and her. — Linked to […]
Tears obscure
Madly in the air they’re dancing solemn butterflies, as soot: letters torched, tickled death, battered breath drawn from dust it’s scorched; mute in numbness of defeat live as ice in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 