Apples and wind
October tiptoed over too gently, bringing the fall while kissing his apples to red, singeing leaves into scarlet and rust while in yellow she rose him from sleep with fog […]
Cavemen
Jed opened another beer for his brother Johnny tying an apron around the portion of his belly that once held his waist. “Barbecuing… that’s man’s work… ever since the caves, […]
Two bodies
Two bodies are neither timeless nor the pair of pebbles on a lonesome shore being ground into sand. Two bodies are neither winter dusk nor the warmth of bed sheets […]
Dissidecency
They only SCREAM with BROKEN (s)words ALL CAPS bleeding SENSE with voices syllaBLED paraBLED tied to metaphors trickling TRUTHs (through sieves of censorship) and IF you hold the KEY to […]
… and silence is what hurts the most
She versed her voice with lace and spiderwebs to tie me tightly to her pillory and laughed. She spun her syllables to silk to bind me to my whipping post […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 