The Room
Once in a lifetime you tiptoe intoa vacant room, not just devoidor airless but breathless, dustlessas in being left out; not outof spite but in care, like a seain turmoil […]
For the umami
You might not believe me, but I never foraged for mushrooms to get high, I did it only for umami. I’ve always felt connected to mycelium, the underground part of […]
Eclipsed sunset
Yesterday,the Moon-shadowedsun hid to blacken the woodseclipsing as the birds muted;grass turned from green into greya visit from midnightbefore he was dueand as the sun-sickletried to break freefrom the shackles […]
Purple hazed
In my myopic gazeyour drizzled apparition —is purple to my failing eyes;ghostlike, veiled in rainyou, a rainbow specterwho brail to sunshineonly to my probing fingertips. You were never sunshineexcept when […]
Beaches and babes
Back from the countryback to school and laterunder the streetlightswe’re meeting and greetingboombox is blaringjumping and stompingdown by the cornersharing with buddieswe’re daring and tellingof conquests in summersunburned we’re braggingof […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 