Vistor in worsted wool
At times the ghost of past mistakes comes late at night to visit; he whispers to remind me: about the paths I should have chosen; about the things I’ve said […]
Monthly Archives: December 2017
Computers crunching
Computers crunching; we’re databased to tables; calculated into ads and objects. We’re numbered, measured; treasured only by our worth. You and me are matched and watched by coded clouds. Can […]
She stills her cravings
Fullmooned headstones cast their shadows on the leaves of seasons dying. Eyes are silvered by the trembling moon; With marble fists she’s not crying. Across abandoned graveyard — footfalls; strides […]
The thrill of survival
I remember the darkness, the glitter of frost and carnivore eyes from depth of the woods. I remember how much the old apple tree’s branches resembled skeletal hands trying to […]
Counting ribs
Fleshed on bone and dressed in charcoal cloth he’s still more neolith in awe of winter solstice lying sleepless listening to lightlessness of night or a lovesick chimpanzee, in how […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 