Married to the wind
Why do you whisper songlines to the wind? What secrets did your share, while he moved his fingers through your hair? Was it tears he brought, or was that a […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Meet me by the abbey
The scent of footsteps a lingering hangover “Meet me by the abbey” you said – leaving thirty years ago Still I’m searching deep in bottles of regret. Linked to Magpie […]
War and Buffet
Grabbing greed when pushing prows I will claim the buffet’s prize. Any means for calories to becoming super-sized. Meatballs, gravy, mayonnaise bread and butter, skip the greens chicken wings and […]
To be prepared
It took… planning hands sweaty trembling when? where? now!.. But I hesitated once again she’s too young, I have a pimple later when it’s dark. later finally I have security […]
Tick-Tock
tick-tock of my jaded clock tick-tock burning sofas snuff the embers tick-tock feed the starving kilns tick-tock mute the wolves employed to choke the members capture words as capsicum bitter […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 