Your words: perfume
We are like oaks and let our roots entwine; when winter claws, untethered teeth are bared, our hearts beat slowly; closed are chests and shrines. We’re waiting, wishing that our […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Silver Filigree
I’ve found in you: my songs, my wells of force, you are the breeze and in the way the sand feels warm at dawn; your skin can set the coarse […]
Benign or Malignant?
“The signal has became stronger every day”; drops of sweat trickled from Dr, Adlersflügel’s forehead settling on the revealing printouts, “they are approaching”. “Benign or Malignant?”, the director barked. “It’s […]
Of carnivores and feeble frills
In tears that germinate in ice-cold wine you sought my mistress in the shadow’s dance a demon born from absence and decline of constant confirmations of romance. When kisses were […]
The emptiness of brine
Digesting the disasters of divorce projected to the whirlwinds in your glass of Chardonnay you sipped alone, the morse of slyish slander, raindrop-rumors pass as morsels left of mother’s Sunday […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 