The perfume’s heart
This poem is a potion made from sandalwood and myrrh, and usual stuff like attar from a midnight rose, cinnamon and ambergris, a touch of thyme and rosemary, but underneath […]
Monthly Archives: December 2018
Bad night
We’re waiting, smothered in this cheerless darkness of a dying year, waiting in this lack of light for another dawn to break, waiting for a listless dawn to break the […]
Chosen
When I’m low, when skies are grey with merry mirth please make my day, but take it slowly, dear, to cheer me up when you with toddies warm our cups. […]
Glass and silver
I didn’t want his glass and silver to be a lady or to serve him dinner. So I pawned his linen for my lens, went out collecting sinners to fix […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 