There are secrets that you know
I used to keep a diary for travels where I noted down each Kodak moment snapped. It’s a hard covered notebook; grey textile, lined paper (but lacking margin) where I […]
Monthly Archives: February 2017
Spirit of spring
Rose-breeze shimmer spill the spark open shadow-clouds ajar, journey far. You melt my heart. whisper ghosts away and breathe to soothe my scars lull the cue to curl my toes. […]
How confidence can crumble
I miss the days when girls would giggle in my presence as I flushed, embarrassed; I miss how my intestines wriggled; when mortified I searched. for pimples, or an open […]
Madly
The moon is neither trash nor lady; she just borrows light, she’s the mirror both of daylight gold and what is shady. She’s both silence and the howls of wolves; […]
The library remains insane
When first entering the library, with your shadow darkly following behind, you walk up to the counter and ask the aged librarian (who’s wise to understand to understand carved in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 