Space force construction
You, my sweetest singularity; you the curvature of space and time, the straightest path from here to now. You — infinity. You my gravity and nebula spaceship, centre and periphery. […]
Monthly Archives: September 2018
Sowing tomatoes elsewhere
We filled the belly of our spaceship with the final soil our mother carried and to ticks of Geiger counters we slipped into the upper decks of our ark and […]
Sleeping with death
When darkness tiptoed through our streets, we shut the windows, blocked the doors before they knocked. “This night is death”, you cried, “it stabs my gut”. We listened to the […]
One more cup of coffee
Ever since I asked we had been silent. “One more of cup of coffee?”, the waitress smiled, gazing at the jeweler’s box on the table. “Yes, please”, I answered just […]
Pretense of acorn
Today I picked an acorn from the ground; lost it laid, a cast-away, a sentence halfway crushed; it’s shedded early, shunned by mother oak, a nut and nothing but still […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 