On disaster of words
There are words that cannot be reversed; there are sentences that never should be said. Silence is filled with ambiguity and there is always a little bit of hope. Yet […]
Monthly Archives: April 2016
You were a rivulet
Once you were a rivulet, cascading glittered independence, free, before desire, hormoned, bedsheets gravity turned you stagnant skin on skin, entrapped in bogs of merging tributaries, you are mired trapped […]
It’s spring
When breaking through the leaves what’s left in purpled hearts were wounds and scars, and scent of decomposing bones, when through composted death these stems of hope and buds explode […]
Pride in being shamed
There are days when I am shamed from weight of my tubular extension when simple facts are testosteroned in timbre of my voice. There are days when I am shamed […]
Sevenling: (Bright-eyed Boy)
A bright-eyed boy with teddy-bear a matchbox car and a box of crayons. His father sends a message to his mistress on an Iphone 6 his V8 engine humming. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 