Neighborhood News
We met our neighborwith her dogbetween our lunchand work again. We talked about — the weather how we went to workbut never lefthow in the spring the dogs ran out“The last one leftwas […]
Alone with November
She has a crush on November, All pretense of cheerfulness drizzling away, as a cigarette-butt slowly floating down the gutter. She draws the blinds, ceasing to cover her bruises with Mary Quant […]
A night at the ward
At eight o’clockyour whispers are faded periwinkle and wrinkled with shadows of indigo bruised,like a worn pair of jeanshugging your hipsa summer ten years ago. Closer to midnight you labored sighshave darkened to prussian,while […]
Fall, asleep
November-bared the branches of our ancient maple moans;sated with her fire fadedshe sighs and droops her sapdeeper, deeper into the soil, she groans and let the earthworm coil his hunger […]
More than a smile
Bring me your grinto tickle my toes bring me pickles and sinsyour happiness messof tonic and gin. With giggle and gleeunravel my duskturn grey into gold,turn sour to sweet, Girl, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 