Lost in lust
“Frequently the wood are pink —”Emily Dickinson once before, at night, when frequentlywe kissed and serpently embraced thesea, the sullen waves, the wild wild woodwe knew the taste of soil, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Once in a city
Once,before we left for a housewe livedand we thrivedin an attic-apartmentwith a viewof roofs and rooms down belowwe could see skymore than the streets,we were used to the voiceof the […]
Loss and its cause
Since that morning, when ice filled her veins with the absence of her child, she remembered their last parting. Shared custody meant that Junior would be picked up from school […]
On the edge of winter, once again lonely —
We bonded over walking, wide and faras the wild, wild wind tore me gentlyI, startled shuddered, worms, and worries;a hand raised skywards, the cairn adorned the summitand mirrored me from […]
Wolverine Tracks in the Snow
Wrapped in the dusk, through depths of the snowMy poem is a wolverine searching for preyIt follows scents of blood feeding its growth.Swiftly fluid, poem and shadow mutually grey, My […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 