Broken
The spiteful sun singes my skin as the desert oozes with hostility, but the coyote had told us how to find the secret path. “That brush looks like a rabbit… […]
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Seaward Ho!
At first, you see him aged and grey his beard unkempt, his tie is stained with tea, but still, he asks politely “How may I help you, dear” he is […]
There is always a sequel
You may think, that in the end when Scrooge had changed that all was good; when even Tiny Tim declared, “God bless Us, Every One!” we may relax … but […]
Proposal
Don’t tell me it’s maybe No darling, please baby You must not say no don’t go that low Come holler and yell much closer and tell in barks, boom and […]
Self-cremation
At night our pyre glows with sudden flares as tongues, ensnaring trees, condemned by us, the virtuos wardens turned to butchers, hangmen and assassins; we, the undertakers watch our garden […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 