Unfit like dodos
Unfit like dodos, hope are eggs we count before we crush them with our weight. It’s like the parchment promise signed with borrowed blood, the blindfold driving, speeding into bleeding. […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Mistress Music
Strummed on strings, perhaps it’s more my drum that singes hearts and sings with soil beneath my feet — It’s earth, this night, this dance perchance a moment or forever […]
Translucent silver
My moon, translucent sweet you — a bat-of-lashes fluent heated temptress, silky empress. You the teaser, freeze of sea, you a pilferer of silver river mirror cross the midnight water. […]
Fire Works
Once so happy. They, a family, a future. gone … Sean caressed Milla’s soft hair. She was their daughter, not just hers. He had rights too. He closed her bedroom […]
Werewolf journey
I’m a grin that leaves you twisted raving mad in shimmer as you dance lunatic, moon-lulled melting for my silver spilled. Jarred, you twist and skip, when nauseous green, you […]
