Mycorrhiza
Below, we thrive,we live and owe our loveto growth aboveto what you see:their swelling fleshtheir pride to rise, to stretchto saturate with toxinwhile finding roomto swell, to drink from mulch and dewwhile […]
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Two women and an (almost) man
Embraced but later left;(such theft)a subtle trace of lipstick left;such trickshad him exposed,bereft of both,they’re goneinstead of twoin none;his vessel filled is spilled;he’s having nilexcept regret of having lostwhat he loved most. […]
How I miss you
It was never the footsteps you left in the sand by the decknor the breadcrumbsI slept on, night after night.It wasn’t your scent of socks that never been washednor the way you […]
The cycle of terror
From hungry soil — from mud of Flanders’ fieldsee us the shell-shocked souls, with hollowed eyes we arethe poppy’s flown, November rain the cries of clay from Sommes, Verdun,and Katowice the rats and lice,the […]
Fanciful lust
It wasn’t the reek of decay that aroused him — death and pestilence had been his companions and friendsever since he crossed those bridges at dusk;the night of necrosis had seemed eternal but […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 