Daylight stings
A raging wind tore leaves from limbs of dying trees, when from the graveyard far away a hell hound howled. “This night the ghosts are out”, the landlord said and […]
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Fairer than a fairytale
Once upon a dragon, dressed in silver young and fair, the noble Princess Tinselwi rode to war, to fight the ogre Mooblestink, who ruled the swamp with perjury and slander, […]
Spicing the stew
Once upon a stormy dark November a lady dressed in white came home distressed to find her lover, dead, dismembered. His heart she found removed from broken chest, and on […]
A scent of morning
I left high school in 1979 with decent grades. I was silent and I was shy. I was non-athletic, non-musical and cared more for math than literature. I was a […]
Rosehips before the frost
This poem is not an oak, ancient, sturdy, leafladen, but a wiry willow, windbent, waiting in the brisk of breeze to shred its leaves. This poem is not a scent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 