Ode to my bed
My bed is a temptress, wide-eyed, a white-cotton lady begging me softly with pillow-voice vows to dress her in velvet and vapor of dreams she call me to darkness of […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Speed
Life is a shadow of passed; the darkness you’re leaving behind; it’s the speed you are driving as you approach an edge of the cliff you never had feared until […]
Royal decisions
Queen Christa Corona had slept badly. Cold air had seeped under the blankets and not even first dog Cassandra had provided warmth enough for good dreams; even morning snow seemed […]
Waiting in vain
Neither nor the chores of life or gore of rack and knife; we’re never blessed with rest or dreamless sleep, we’re neither well nor sick. We walk in circles, talk […]
A simple meal
The best picnic for me, is a meal shared during a walk. It could be a couple of sandwiches and a thermos of tea, maybe an apple or some chocolate. […]
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