Sweetgale
In sweetgale fumes, there is a weight of backpacks filled. There’s anticipated mountain views, at the beginning of a treck. There is a miry softness, in my gait, a sound […]
Monthly Archives: January 2016
Nightrush
Silversnaking on its cheap reflection his gaze seeks upward thighs, delight of tender talons, eyes to rip her stockings. Rainy nights are rotting teeth seduction. tapered fingers, priestlike, locking round […]
On wings of trust
Against the black winged sky, a sultry sun plays peek a boo with winds — the tempest temptress. You… You pull me closer, closer, to the precipice. But yet a […]
Another day awake
Everything looks different in reflection. We forget the cold and rainy mornings for the sunny few. We forget the bitter dregs left in our coffeecup for the first aromatic sip. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 