Lowest slow
When you see the woods And world in purple Or when creatures Soft in their solitude — Disturbed by caws of fowls. It’s not impossible — A cause is pink […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
After the coma
Through the curtains I hear voices, pink as candy-floss. Is this my merry-go-round? Future, present or my past? An angel approaches, her wings are broken but her hair is gold. […]
What’s the matter?
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. Martin Luther King Our state of mind is just to live our lives — begin by […]
Nightshade trance
Bounce me honey, shake me well sell me darkly all your ways, sway me. be my black-hole sun, stun me slowly, tickle-touch me, spin sins of me with silk; then […]
Housekeeper of dust and rain
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence Jorge Luis Borges The aged librarian sees scent in calm, palms it in his notebook; is the mouse — housekeeper of dust […]
