Curse my name
The night she flared in fury: flushed with roses rising on her apple cheeks, her perfect periwinkle eyes still stole my heart; and though her cherry-lips could curse me I […]
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Squalor of the slum
We raised our marble pillars in honor of our greed, and lacking guilt, we gilded them with grace we turned them into idols we wrote heroic hymns to honor us; […]
Ordering words
My syllables are soldiers, straight and tethered tightly into words of thoughtfulness commanding fates. I weave from sentences my sword my shining armor and the veils that hide the chaos […]
Fixing
Agnes let her eyes slumber, slowly following the faint line where the sky met the sea. The sun was preparing to set but no one left and no one came […]
The shadow of the plague
We were like leaves still green but waiting for September frost to drain the sap from veins and boil our blood before we blushed and fell. It is the frost, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 