Still life with cookies
I don’t needto be cuddled,caressedor cajoled by yourcomforting kisses I don’t craveto be cured fromcontagions of crush but if you coax mewith cookies or candyforever I’ll beyour captive,controlledby your cooking […]
Monthly Archives: November 2025
Pilgrimage of pain
As my colours drain into shades of greymy brimstone heart becomes the devil’s pawnI should not have strayed from the narrow way When noose tightens, my weight pulling me downa […]
Cleaning the house
Every new beginning clingsto the edge, of a pivotalmoment of potential regret;for a sorrow that cannot be measured,but carries in itself a weight,like the sickly smell of lilies leftto decay […]
New habits
When wind grew fangs I fetched my winter-coat, my gloves and newsboy cap from the wardrobe. Sufficiently warm I walked alone along the wet streets, swallowing the streetlights. reflecting only […]
Memento Mori
A letter found on the aged librarian’s desk after he disappeared into the deeper levels of the library Dear young visitorwhoever you will be, bright-eyed, blue or notwhen you read […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 