September
On Sunday night September came walking dressed in night with rubber wellies on her aching feet, she strode through streets to shake the leaves from boughs and check if yet […]
Constant hum
Since many years ago, my body has forgotten the way it sometimes aches when I had used my arms, how my back could be in pain from bending low to […]
For the love of my wife
I love my wife. I love her blue-eyed daughter, her dimpled smile and chubby fingers. I love them every twenty-seven nights except on nights like this. It is for them […]
Burning Rome
I remember entering the antechamber humming to the music blasting in my ear-buds as the flicker of the fire was eating Rome alive. I remember how the orange blended with […]
Capricorn eyes
The void I carry at night has never a weight built from vices and shame in my unwilling dreams. Shameless I sleep, but find that the void is a lady […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 