Roadkill
Bombarded by the news, by tweets and updates. on blood and bombs. from Nice and Paris, from Baghdad and Aleppo; on poverty and sport, paid by clicks for dating Russian […]
Monthly Archives: May 2017
The first of many summer nights
Still, the sky is not completely inked as chocolate skin on licorice, perfect is this, the first of many summer nights. At dawn I’ll wake, and go to sleep again. […]
Food for thought
This still life still can be a shotgunned swan, both corpse unplucked and food uncooked. Just add some warmth, asparagus and salt, parsley, parsnips, pepper and potatoes; stir to sate […]
Karma
I watch them from afar, pretending that i read the Times. it’s bound to happen soon; It always does; I only leave to chance for whom. Well-planned karma is my […]
Only when you sleep
You carry in your wildness scent of moonlight and in your breath is blossom and the songs of graveyards, you are both the taste of night and awkward singe of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 