The tip of the iceberg
“A big part of growing up is learning to forgive. M. Scott Peck” To shed the blame and be free of its burden; to accept and forgive, is almost as […]
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Dreams are not enough
When darkness tiptoes gently — hiding from the brightness of a drowsy moon. Open up your lips and sip the night from skin and flesh; let night be pillow; drown […]
Moonluck
Neither never nor nought is forever not darkness when dreaming of you. It’s cleverly wicked It’s bright and it’s cold when caught in the slivers of silver the snow moon […]
Still life with milk
My privileges are all my own: a Speedo tracksuit with my feet tightly laced into leaden shoes. A mold to fit, a mask of skin too tight for comfort. I […]
Elemental passion
Earth When seeds awaken, gently from the warmth of spring, I’m cradled in your growth, in arms of verdant strength, from soil, from deep below your breath’s a symphony, the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 