Spicing the stew
Preparations start with choice of lamb; a shank not shy of lard, proud with bones and marrow Then start before your breakfast, cause to stew it tender it needs to […]
Monthly Archives: November 2016
Believing is for the night
At night we talked in unicorn believing in the possibility that broken promises or shards of hope can be rectified with glue. But daylight turn the unicorns to donkeys; we […]
Blades of being
Orbed on soot are faces specked and adiposed, draped in wool. clinging broken, bloomed in rosacea, migrants clawing empty soup-bowls. Skeletons on cobblestones not dead. There’s a scent of lilies, […]
Self defense against your fears
They scared me once: “Beyond that door are secrets, too dangerous for you”. I imagined torture chambers. I saw rooms where teenage girls were starved to death, and when I […]
Safer in the dark
There is a certain coldness with the comfort of divisions; in the border of a window, I stay detached; I’m safe and covered cloaked by this, my darkest night. The […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 