Pregnant with wheat
You were never the honeysuckle scent laden with a lushness of lust, notthe blush of a rosebud released fromits dew-prison a morning in June. You are my breeze in the bending […]
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If we would meet again
If we would bump into each otherI’ll play the chump you knew; pretend I wasn’t dumped by you. And if you’ll tell me “jump”, I’ll feign and fake for you; […]
The garden of infinite choice
His library is wider than its wallsand taller than the border of its roof, It has oceans, mountains and pathsleading deeper ever deeper into forests. It has galaxies and deep […]
The clown always wins
I carry blades behind my bogus acts; my buffoonery barely shadows serpents and a smile as soft as scissors. I am the corpse invitedto your children’s playground,the grin of palest […]
Meatloaf
I trace my finger along the teeth of my Yale key. The metal is tarnished; yellow and spotted with verdigris showing its lack of use. You were always home to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 