Guess who it is?
She cupped the silk of her hands to cover my eyelids with warmth, and whispered with cotton wool softness into the depth of my ears. “Guess who it is?” The […]
Monthly Archives: November 2018
No title (washing away)
It wasn’t the moon wasting its silver in the murderous sea but your footsteps in sand slowly washing away, telling you’d never be back… A second cherita for Marian at […]
Ink onto paper
for a brief moment at armistice rifles stayed silent while soldiers listened to whisper of quills bleeding ink onto paper Marian want presents the form Cherita at toads. Tomorrow it’s […]
Curing the sickness in men
Why is the sexual arousal of gunshots and ammo in men not considered the sickness it is, but the morally right, protected by your constitutional laws? Why should their spewing […]
Now we’re not
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 