Birth of a new nation – an anthem
Hail to the chief, praise you, protector of wife-beaters, missiles and coal. Hail to the liars, to foreclosure kings, and slumlords of faked gilded halls. Hail to the chief, polluters […]
Monthly Archives: February 2018
Self-Portrait in Hell
Awake with venom in my veins from (s)words: “just friends”, your coup de grâce delivered late. My heart still beating right beneath my skin ready to be ripped apart again. […]
Deeper
not even the stars can spill such silvery lure — eyes brimming with mirth, nightgown slipping from shoulder leading me deeper than ever Today we are writing short poetry at […]
Corporate Policies
Mr Tumnus was late. His boss had made him cross-check all the spreadsheets. “Jadis wants your report on her desk tomorrow morning”. Rumors said that they were targeted by a […]
If you would let me dream
If I could be a sliver of your thoughts when unaware. If I could butterfly, be lighthouse privy to your heart have keys and words to spi{e}ll your name in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 