And they still don’t go
Oh, startled shudder, worms and worries with ash and soil and raging hair I put my trust in winter’s flurries In raging moon my eyesight blurry for milky shadows, winded […]
Monthly Archives: June 2015
A jealous breeze
A jealous breeze whispers, moving through the blinds Sun drawn patterns dance across the floor Echoes fill this dreaded room, those whining words that whip and tousle hair. I miss […]
A smiling man
They said he smiled between the bursts of death a student with a parasol that hid an AK-47. They said he smiled and laughed when tourists ran. Maybe in this […]
The trail you lost
Spit(e) and ashes — words. A pull of liquid fire flows as worms inside my veins I’m a cuddling want, a wishful night, a silky corpse. I’m the black prose […]
Slavery of Chlorophyll
My garden rests heavy with the weight of rain drained at evening from the growth from daylight slavery from chlorophyll machinery from nagging voice of seize the day. “Do the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 