Jewels in the dark
The sparkle in my eyes — were like jewels wildy cold. I was the mineral, the rules that turned your alabaster into putty for my hands. I fell in love […]
Monthly Archives: June 2017
Bed sheet and nooses
Not snooze no muse but poetry of bed sheet tangled wet with sweat. I’m mangled waylaid by the thoughts of nooses, snakes of fate and us. I’m yet awake no […]
A wanton moon
This wanton moon that makes me crave your innocence of marble nape my hands are ice, come be my slave I’ll steal your softness in my cape. I lust for […]
Beware of William Munro
William Munro ran a scam on the corner of Broadway and eleventh, Posing as a gentleman he won the hearts of girls past adolescence. O baby please beware of William […]
Running habits
Running has become a habit. Every Sunday I dress in tights and lace my running shoes, and run the same ten kilometers. It starts by following the shore where I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 