Stillborn words
These; my stillborn words of staring into voids of darkness, These: my queries roared while counting time that can’t be measured, or when or why? or with whom it counts? […]
Monthly Archives: October 2018
Ambergris
Spewed from indigestion of a sperm whale, washed in waves and kelp are ambergris and attar from rose, are musk and frankincense, are sandalwood and cinnamon. These, the basic notes […]
Beauty
Beauty is a prison dressed in pink perfume, , it is stiletto heels on smiling glass-eyed mannequins , it is the Chinese water-torture, disharmony and sugar. Beauty is the soft […]
Not seashells
“It’s not like selling seashells by the seashore, Mom?” Kayla pulled down her shirt; …hiding the needle marks? “But, you were to work for summer only as beach waitress… and […]
Incense and innocence
Christmas smelled like tangerine, fire placed and slowly peeled, while waiting in a whiff of resin roast and firewood; and from the woods a hint of moss and mulch. The […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 