Moon-smile
When darkness has harnessed my heart in its talons of fright; when blackness has nested itself as ache deep in my stomach; when November displays its terror as angst; my […]
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Lost for learning
The library has never been defined by mortar of its walls, not by windows, doors or ceilings or even secrets inked in code and hidden in the seventh basement further […]
Birth pains
The pains I had brought when breaking the bonds, you had built with your uterus-glow, not once but over and over, (as if we’d preserved an umbilical bond to slice […]
Darkness even darker
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again, Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca Sunset is sudden with a tired receding sun cocooning in the clouds. The treacherous moon is absent […]
Flowerfed
From first person plural When we were flowerfed and mosssshoed moved on sun-stained streets, we never thought of starlit winter’s snow and how much its whiteness seemed like corpses in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 