In the wakeof your absence,a shadow of warmthstill lingers in OURking-size beddevoid of your weight. Awakened,those razor-blade wordsyou hurled when we partedrepeat and repeat,voluminous, vilethey surge my bedroomwith turpitude, darkness,and […]
Neither a drought nor a floodnever battle-worn thoughtnor torn between conflicting targetsnot looking forward to the dawn of tomorrownor looking backnot skiing in the snow below a starlit skynor the […]
Dancing to spirits and winemaking out with liquor and boozetogether with tankards of beerwe’re free, it is Friday, we are fineexcited to live, smiling and happybut at midnight we’re falling […]
During the past weekend, the autumn died. Winter entered with winds from the northeast carrying its load of snow born from evaporating the Baltic Sea. Snow has kept falling and […]
The Physiology of Taste – Jean Anthelme Brillat-SavarinAlex- A few moments of reading pleasure in return for an evening of sensual delights. Denis October Bacchanalia 1994 A tête-á-tête,with intimate tickling on […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Björn Rudbergs writings 