Kiss the earth
Have you sensed its scent, how soft it grows with rain how smooth its skin can be? Have you listened to its songs of surf on stones and soil? Have […]
Monthly Archives: August 2018
Deeper, deeper
Unzipping breeze with fondling hands, it giggles, dances, swirls her dizzy, leads her deeper, deeper further in. Daring wind that lifts her hair, it kisses nape, caresses thighs, undresses gently […]
Suburbia fences
We craved for other cars, for raises, clicks and likes, we built another fence despite the fact that grass was always greener on our neighbor’s side. Side-by-side in boxes we […]
Loneliness is not a void
Your loneliness is not a weightless void it’s not the darkness of a hollowed heart. Your loneliness is lead and plans destroyed, it’s blood and bones, the undertaker’s cart. Your […]
Greetings from Oak Ridge
Today, August 6, is Hiroshima day, and my thoughts go back to Oak Ridge Tennessee. More than thirty years ago I spent a few month in this small city close […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 