In the alley behind
When you talk about our love with meth-mouth-smile, it’s like finding a garbage bag floating in the stagnant pools behind forsaken factories, and see a femur shape that cling to […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Dust and daffodils
Dust and trash. I can neither live on memories nor leave my past. I hear your laughter in every book you read, I smell betrayal in the withered daffodils you […]
Stirred loneliness
See with your eyes! Listen with your ears! And if you wish to smell the fragrance, press for an explanation of every unresolved matter until your understanding is complete. There […]
A child of ocean
A child of the ocean swathed in shades of blue and dashed with sunny writes of romance. Lo! hear words are flowing flowered blooming bright from warmth of south with […]
A carpenter apprentice
When you build your home, carpenter apprenticed, from its walls to roof, from the carpets to its paint carefully selected (you might think), and afterwards you invite some friends for […]
