A carcass in the snow
Winter is the broken bridge between forgetfulness and memory of songs. Winter is the idle smell between the cinnamon and spring, it’s a carcass in the snow. Winter is forgotten […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The formidable flatfish
With formidable presence, the flatfish of the future cradles liberty for deadbeat voters, bread and circuses lifted off the grounds of local parks, chanting falsehoods in perfect disguise of his […]
A persistent itch
The persistent itch of his nicotine patch was almost worse than being cramped in coach. Allen traveled light: one carry-on with toothbrush and underwear was sufficient. Inventions and ideas carried […]
Sweetgale
In sweetgale fumes, there is a weight of backpacks filled. There’s anticipated mountain views, at the beginning of a treck. There is a miry softness, in my gait, a sound […]
Nightrush
Silversnaking on its cheap reflection his gaze seeks upward thighs, delight of tender talons, eyes to rip her stockings. Rainy nights are rotting teeth seduction. tapered fingers, priestlike, locking round […]
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