Not his Valentine
He limps along the streets a heartless man. a being less than hope. a liar to himself, the mineral of man. His liver spotted hands are wrapped around a mug […]
Monthly Archives: February 2017
Ghosts of poets lost
His books are ghosts of poets lost the aged librarian is not alone at night when moonlight kisses frost on papers, words grow blood and bone of authors that he […]
Another name for friends
You can always get what you want if you’re prepared to break the eggs for omelet or silence pens with lies. Cause sword is might, and wrongs makes right, on […]
Faking marterdom
It’s not from gneiss, those rocks but diamonds, gold and emeralds, pretending to be cinder-blocks razor-wired brimstone netherworld. It lends its sheen from bank-notes green, it’s the clogged-up arteries, your […]
Between a rock and a hard place
“Delays, delays.why is everything put on ice?” At 3AM the President’s voice echoed through empty corridors. Face distorted; no longer orange; lighthouse puce. Footsteps rushing behind. ‘Sir, I thought you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 