Widowmaker
Billy Bold is on a mission, crossing the desert on his horse with no name. For two days the range of mountains had sometimes been floating closer, sometimes heat-hazed it […]
Mistress Sea
North Sea — mischievous mistress, foam-mouthed femme I plead you, paramour still your surge, calm the brine, let the lighthouse-beacon bring my brittle boat through froth-teeth spray through cruel curlicues […]
Talking to books
Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent […]
Blue Lovers
We rested helpless, lost below a listless sky, no moon, no noon no stars to mar its grayness, no screams no dreams to bless us from this ceaseless agony this […]
Joyful Epitaph
I lit a candle for November’s spirit, not mourning this, its timely death. He left us dressed in drizzle-grey to dig his grave in rotting leaves, alone, least loved among […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 