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 […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
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 […]
Lace and Ghosts
We went from ethernessto othernessthe instant when a singlecareless word dis-rupted our feeble truce,a single word to open chasmsto let the secrets out; and promiseswere torn apart, the giftswe burned […]
Might of moon
Moon, myglowing princess,queen of sparkleduchess,lady mighty mirror.Moon, mymatriarchal empressof silver luminescencepainting pathsacross the ocean.Moon, mymistle-mistress,tinsel-temptresssoft seductressmoaning might.Moon, Iset with youmy sterling sailsacross a sea of night. The word for the […]
Wilted chaos
In the bottom drawer of his desk he keepshis pieces, parts,,and scribbled shorthandnotes and fragments,pebble-thoughts and pearls They are clamped togetherwith infernal shopping listsfor celebratory dinnersonce eaten by his deskin […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 