Deeper, deeper
Unzipping breeze with fondling hands, it giggles, dances, swirls her dizzy, leads her deeper, deeper further in. Daring wind that lifts her hair, it kisses nape, caresses thighs, undresses gently […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Suburbia fences
We craved for other cars, for raises, clicks and likes, we built another fence despite the fact that grass was always greener on our neighbor’s side. Side-by-side in boxes we […]
Loneliness is not a void
Your loneliness is not a weightless void it’s not the darkness of a hollowed heart. Your loneliness is lead and plans destroyed, it’s blood and bones, the undertaker’s cart. Your […]
Greetings from Oak Ridge
Today, August 6, is Hiroshima day, and my thoughts go back to Oak Ridge Tennessee. More than thirty years ago I spent a few month in this small city close […]
4 AM the seventh day…
“Still life is death.. “, she said picking petals from the last geranium I brought. She had ceased to cry… waiting, waiting by his side; his every heartbeat luminescent on […]
