Spoons and brooms
Outside the supermarket the same beggar sits in the same place every day, He peddles wooden spoons and brooms, but I never buy anything. I wonder how this life can […]
Monthly Archives: May 2018
Ashes
Now it’s ashes, kept: burned your letters afterwards — your essence, attar, frankincense — left in the hollow of my pillow, a single strand of hair. I fell asleep with […]
Re: Your updated businesscard
I am Supreme knight of the fictitious spreadsheet. Principal powerpoint scrambler. Head of the pencils and notebooks. Your technician and dreamer. I am First of diluters and tutor in dubious […]
Left by the tiger
In my childhood I was a fervent worshipper of the tiger — tipsy from its raging scent, knifesharp, jungle-supple; I was shadowed by its fearful symmetry, teeth and paws; But […]
While waiting you try to survive
The girl died three minutes to midnight close to her dreams. With her cheek pressed against the back-alley-gravel she’d been gazing into the glitz while slipping ever so gently into […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 