Awake in darkness
Is the sound that woke me rain pouring from the eaves, or is it ghosts bawling for injustices done? Is it branches moving with wind scratching the windowpanes or claws? […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Sweet dreams
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in […]
When maple leaves have fallen but oak remains strong.
Walking on tangerine corpsesafter the first night of frostscented with decaycrackling under my feet,lamenting the finality,briefly turning the paths into goldbefore being absorbedand swallowed by soilwhile the courtly kingmy oak, […]
Light lays elsewhere
Left stranded,destitute and sparkless,my mind a mess,branded by my peersas a non-believer, but followI cannot —as light lays elsewhere, you’ll find me searchingthrough days of darknessdesserts, wildernessmy path is narrowas […]
Still life with fish
Remembering the taste of fishwhen all we get are pork and spudsbecause the seas have died, no dishof haddock, cod is gone. my blood has thinned to water, while I […]
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