Dinner at the beach
Reflected sunlight ends the breath for us a dinner it’s a death as silver fades on muscled scales, to sizzling oil, from fin to tail, with garlic’s dressed She serves […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A handsome man
We walk in wisps of nauseous fumes, in tickling rot of hate: in words, in deeds. We’re destined, weighted with our AK-47:s, and C4-belts. We hate your joy, your music […]
I miss the songs
I miss the music, and the way we laughed before they came, when only wine was red. I miss the innocence with friends, the draught of beer we shared before […]
My Christmas passed
I miss my father’s calloused hand in mine the silence when, on Christmas morn, we walked into the snowy woods to find some greens to decorate, adorn our crib, the […]
Bouillabaisse
Cat-tail wagging bouillabaisse followed by your feline eyes: oyster sipping, lips, champagne hands exploring, slips exploding, dancing while our cat consumes the main course dinner dish. Linked to Magpie Tales.. […]
