Corpus Delicti
Let’s plunge slowly to yearning into butterfly-basins; let’s share at least an esthesis of delicate corpus delicti; and if only this flutter of fervor lasts briefly, let’s waltz to the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Thirteen ways of staring at a blackboard
I. Two lonesome lines on a blackboard can converge to both beginning or end. II. The scent of ambergris and sandalwood can still be sensed from a teenage poem secretly […]
Forbidden to wish
Nothing but four walls and midnight wails. Habibah think she hears Amira screaming, and wonders when it’s her turn. They had been in the kitchen together making sweets; sisters, safe […]
You might have been a carrot (unless the rabbit had you for dinner)
You, magician pulled a carrot from your chapeau-clack and boastfully declared that the flawless rabbit that you wished to see is not a carrot but a lustful apparition of a […]
Painful perfume
How petals of roses been wrung for its sensitive oil How apples been bruised, and plants been beaten to dust How ambergris carved from intestines of whales been blended with […]
