Saturday morning
Your voice tastes saffron, cardamom and green, as you whisper secrets in your sleep. I dreamed of strawberries but at the break of dawn your eyes were symphonies, a taste […]
Monthly Archives: March 2017
Locusts
We were like locusts. Burning pilfering and raping. We said it was the law of war, that it was merely tactics. We implemented scorched-earth policies to rule. “They would do […]
Oolong tea
“Is the library like woods or sea? Do books resemble trees or waves?” Maybe they are both, the aged librarian ponders as he stirs his Oolong tea while sifting through […]
My home’s my castle
From floor to ceiling bookshelves and a fireplace. words for healing with a glass of wine and jazz. My house is poetry. I am warden of its books and garden, […]
The prisoner
I’m prisoned – cringe at pasty faces, grins and hate from fellow inmates, noise of jailer’s lock and key. serving stew at dawn. Exotic roaches, rats and worms. are company […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 