Buffet
Grabbing greed, we’re prowling, pushingWho will claim the buffet’s crown? Ownas any mean is fair for calorieswobbling through halls and galleriesto grow, be fat, be super-sized.Meatballs, gravy, mayonnaisebread and butter, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Lady of Pity
Gull me.muse me darling,just feign for mea little whilekeep on tellingrosebud tales,fill my veinswith candy lies.paint me pink,and you may slandertalk behind my back,call me cuckold,but let me live like […]
Silent crow
Why so silent brother crow?The winter isn’t cold, it’s not too darkand from roadkill, you’ve grown fat.Why don’t you caw with joy, my friend? Your gaze is wiser, worn as […]
Nothing to celebrate
Covid shadows still prowl in the footsteps of last year’s passing, and even if we are on the other side of solstice, daylight never gets brighter than dusk. The holiday […]
Bless December Night
Bless you, night,for the wayyou let yourpregnant moonseduce me in herthird trimester,Thank you forthe moon-childborn and baptizedin the reckless sea,Bless you nightfor the sighsof sleeping oaks,for dreams, for stars andfor […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 