To Juliet
My skin is not translucent and is stretched to hide your venom in my veins, but when I smell your hair or see the forests in your gaze, the perspiration […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Broken
The spiteful sun singes my skin as the desert oozes with hostility, but the coyote had told us how to find the secret path. “That brush looks like a rabbit… […]
Seaward Ho!
At first, you see him aged and grey his beard unkempt, his tie is stained with tea, but still, he asks politely “How may I help you, dear” he is […]
Recycling
Once, grandmother told me of something called “sea”. She couldn’t really describe how so much water could ever exist. How there could be storms raising waves that could swallow a […]
There is always a sequel
You may think, that in the end when Scrooge had changed that all was good; when even Tiny Tim declared, “God bless Us, Every One!” we may relax … but […]
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