Ebony and weddingdress
Yet again the helicopter sings for Aleppo funerals to come. It brings its load of barrel bombs it brings its gasoline and metal shards to burn and cut the blood […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The olive of your cocktail
To be an olive soaked in gin would mean that I would wet your lips and slowly sip by sip I would slip inside your skin I would make you […]
Of chasms and eruptions
Our chasm, an eruption, a widening fault before you were gentle with gossamer touch today we have burnt, and honey turned salt cause agony’s stronger if caring too much. The […]
Toyota trucks
Hell is empty and all the devils are here. The Tempest, William Shakespeare Her hair is torn, a scalp is left. their hands were desert knives Merciless the dead horizon […]
To hide in purpleness
In this cascading purpleness your tears are falling flower leaves your fears are brittle butterflies you tear your hair as exercise cause in this crimson rain it hurts much less […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 