Carry
The ghost in the burbs swaggers and carriesthe rifle he used in the shooting when killingthat guy ogling the girl he intended to marryhe carries the burden of blood finding […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
On the second day of a new year
This Monday morning a persistent drizzle glazed the cold streets with ice, and just like the last year ended daylight stays elusive behind burdensome clouds like last year’s missiles and […]
At winter solstice
Dressed in icicles, winterin my bearda sickle-moon aboveand spruces dressed in snowtells me maybe, deathwill wait another year. Zen poetry with Grace at dVerse. I have always held the belief […]
S:t Lucy’s lights
We huddled in the December darknesswhen from far away a gentle songripped apart the wintry moody starkness,we raised in chorus, sang alongand with our song came candles, lightto fill the […]
Beyond darkness
Closer to the winter solsticewhen darkness chokes mewith his mucous fingers,hugs me closer to despairI remember summer nightswhen lady sun excused herselfto wrap herself in Cotton-candyclouds to briefly nap before […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 