Tepid coffee
We were creatures of the night, consuming decadence of prohibition bars, sultry jazz and acid booze; with smoke of cigarettes hanging from your crimson lips we burnt like moths in […]
Monthly Archives: August 2015
Nocturnal spice
You whisper to the darkness; wishful truths believing that the moon is there for you believing night can bring eternal youth believing that the clotted blood is dew In fall […]
The oak and I
The oak agreed to lend its soul, its massive trunk took me across the river wild to reach my goal: your hand in mine, and for the gloss of polished […]
A wino summmer
She sees the candlelight again, a sun through crystal rubied summer-dawn. Her wishes turned to grey, and as she wakes, on news from yesterday, on ink and stone, she’s blond. […]
A Heart of clay
His under-belly swells, the w(h)ining vessel echoes, dwells in misery of scornful oil and vinegar. His tattooed tears weigh heavy on her chest, “You’re right my dear” she says and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 