Moonless missiles
The night is moonless moaning with a thirst of shadows bruised by hunger of your warm thighs a promise of venom burning on my skin. I know the coordinates of […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
My poetry is dreams
My dreams are tar remaining underneath my fingernails resisting efforts of the brush My dreams are itch right between the shoulderblades where my fingers cannot reach My dreams are news […]
You cannot invoice sense
Citizenship is brushed to castes with color-coded schemes dividing cleaving chasms in gentrified suburbia. Still crying crayons bleed in murals and concrete blooms as we paint offenses or doodle poems […]
A solicitors note
Bree was out of options; lost in life’s maze of betrayals, mistakes and jealousy. The embossed letter bearing the golden insignia of Jack’s solicitor felt cold as a coffin nail. […]
When will the summer melt my frozen tears?
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 