When we had built a nest
Just like before our monsters bared their teeth in early dawn when we had built a nest of warmth, and like a butterfly you breathed and pressed a feline spine […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Before the monsters
In tears of tears, a gem you saved till last when weight of wasted wedding bands, on hands are chalk and chills — my breath’s November brass in verdigris with […]
The folly of his headstone
With wind-up birds and waterfalls, with marble of the hermit’s cave with silky satin of his shepherdess with crumbling mortar balustrades his mini mansions’s justified by scheming of his pyramids […]
The tear of tears
Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed the billowed darkness growing as the smoke of sentences, of claws and dragon’s teeth. Our home’s a battlefield, I wander cloaked among the ruins […]
Bluebells
The summer knell – a quiver in the breeze of meadow bluebells, shadow-fighting dusk, when slanting rays caress with drowsy bees, you slowly slip your sense, around the musk of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 