Mind the social gap
Purple needle marks — a reaper’s trail on Cinderella’s arm. You may kiss her splitted lips, lick the lye, for soot and sins: but no more pennies for your thoughts […]
Monthly Archives: September 2015
The scar of pearls
Darkly overhead on wings of dead-and-gone to woods where feeble ferns are teeth, and tongues where from the drying throats: a suitors’ voice a praise of clay and stone, demanding […]
Counting beans
One Hundred Thirty Three These beans, to be, I’m Jack and talk for stalks Fee-fi-fo-fum One Hundred Thirty Four and smell the blood of british man for goose that lay […]
On feline feet
The night’s a shield, on feline feet he passes watchmen’s lines, to reach across the border to our streets, and there at dawn, he’s found a seat in dust; his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 