When skin has grown too thin
concerning life, recall the skin etches one molecule at a time until tissue-paper thin – the vein crawls towards what’s left a single day when melodies turn craven to relentless […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
What a gentle footfall tells
Sometimes it’s the smell, sometimes it’s the way they softly plant their feet, sometimes it’s my instinct, but frankly most of the time it’s just pure luck. There are cases […]
The black knight’s deed
A knight in shining black, anonymous — his lance without a single mark, and see the princess’ glance, selects him over lords and all the greedy baronets. She ties a […]
I dream of omelets
The order form I placed for sultry dreams of babes contained a minor fault, I tried to place a call, correcting my mistake I might have raised my voice a […]
Laughing hell
My laughing hell is puke of rollercoaster thrills it is sticky candy-floss clinging to your carious teeth. It is the ferris wheel that stops when you reached the top It […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 