Dreadlocks lost
Knits are not felt quite like pelt Domesticated fabric softened emperor, regally impressing yet yearns for dreadlocks lost & waterlogged existence on meadow grass Today Margret let us be […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The empress’ cleft
The empress’ bejeweled cleft perfect pert defer her decent dress. Embed her fevered bed enters the erected steed beseech the reckless deeds bleed the gentle feeds the flesh Etches, fettered […]
Hunter
I wander slowly on the meadow-grass its straws bejeweled in a smell of dawn on undulating hillocks smooth as glass. I tiptoe softly, fingertips, cross perfect lawns still soft with […]
The soul is all about mushrooms
“Will they be ready with Eclipse in time for the trade-show Mr West” “We have hired the best of the best and they have poured their soul into the machine, […]
Death is death
death is the mother of beauty, the stranger a salesman, a constant companion death is a debt — a sure bet death is nothing at all […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 