Commuters coming home a Monday in November
Snake of tail-lights in fog capturing summer’s fireflies. I little imaginist poem for Tuesday Platform at toads.
Monthly Archives: May 2019
Hunting for kittens
The desert was an endless stretch of sand rocks and a few thorny plants. The bus was almost empty. Just me travelling eastward to meet up with Kate again. On […]
Dystopian love-story
Eden — lost in scarlet haze the lovers gazed amazed at curves of bodies, napes of necks; they felt and fell, they kissed in bliss of knowing fruit and flesh. […]
Ode to my bed
My bed is a temptress, wide-eyed, a white-cotton lady begging me softly with pillow-voice vows to dress her in velvet and vapor of dreams she call me to darkness of […]
Speed
Life is a shadow of passed; the darkness you’re leaving behind; it’s the speed you are driving as you approach an edge of the cliff you never had feared until […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 