She haunts the mansion late at night
Her soul’s too grey from sorrow she is the shadow borrowed wild, she is nocturnal flicker, wind-on-candle- mist & midnight-moans, she stirs your loins upsets you with her ice and […]
Monthly Archives: April 2019
Narcissus, not tattooed
Narcissus’ Nemesis is his mar- bled skin — as stretched across his impeccable six- pack abdomen, softly chiseled, rock-hard, but alas too perfect cause on Instagram such precision is merely […]
Underneath a helpless sky
Raise me with laughter of April daffodil-bells; lead me waist-deep in that perfume of sunshine-symphonies, turn me sapling-wild and kiss me savage on the opened soil of spring; where we […]
I’m all ears
I scavenge secrets that you softly whisper, to the darkness’ moon-wise sky. I sense your agonies, I sense the aftertaste of pillow-tears, I see the shadow-cries beneath your eyes, I […]
Asking the tree
Below unseen rest world-roots spinning bloom to buds of you and me, there beneath the firmament of wood the norns tend lifelines of our being, only they will know the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 