Wolf howl
My, moon-howl princess, dearest you, my darkness mistress lady-paw of claw-fanged specter, never, never let your snowscape motherhood of finest fashion-fur be lost to rifled forestry and pretense of male […]
Monthly Archives: November 2019
Kept in your keep
Bind me tightly, silkroped to the kneeling of your craving. Keep me secret, padlocked to the sliver of your heartbeats. Strip me naked, tightroped to the turrets of your passion. […]
Predator
The decaying leaves form thick layers on the asphalt, crusted and sick as a leper’s skin. The streetlights only paint insufficient patches along my path, and where it doesn’t reach […]
Autumn breath
Exhale — let spirit merge with first November’s mud-born shadows, rancid, ripe and fungi-filled, drizzled, eye-lid-burdened-born in autumn’s lack of light. Exhale — let loose remaining light, embrace this reek […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 