Tasting the fall
The last Monday evening in November. I ponder gratitude. Not from fireworks or bloom, not from listening to birdsong or submerging in rose-perfume of June. In autumn only evergreens and […]
Monthly Archives: November 2019
Fear of swimming
My primary know-how of crying is mostly to brace this closeness to Styx reeking from ash and embalming, preparing for rigor seeping through veins, and welcome the shadow that walks […]
Corpus Delicti
Let’s plunge slowly to yearning into butterfly-basins; let’s share at least an esthesis of delicate corpus delicti; and if only this flutter of fervor lasts briefly, let’s waltz to the […]
Thirteen ways of staring at a blackboard
I. Two lonesome lines on a blackboard can converge to both beginning or end. II. The scent of ambergris and sandalwood can still be sensed from a teenage poem secretly […]
Forbidden to wish
Nothing but four walls and midnight wails. Habibah think she hears Amira screaming, and wonders when it’s her turn. They had been in the kitchen together making sweets; sisters, safe […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 