Incense and innocence
Christmas smelled like tangerine, fire placed and slowly peeled, while waiting in a whiff of resin roast and firewood; and from the woods a hint of moss and mulch. The […]
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Sowing tomatoes elsewhere
We filled the belly of our spaceship with the final soil our mother carried and to ticks of Geiger counters we slipped into the upper decks of our ark and […]
Sleeping with death
When darkness tiptoed through our streets, we shut the windows, blocked the doors before they knocked. “This night is death”, you cried, “it stabs my gut”. We listened to the […]
Pretense of acorn
Today I picked an acorn from the ground; lost it laid, a cast-away, a sentence halfway crushed; it’s shedded early, shunned by mother oak, a nut and nothing but still […]
Shipwrecked
When Cupid’s arrow pierced me; it only nicked your breast, but left me bleeding, lonely, scared, repenting left me to my precious mourning; to my seascape sorrow, frozen and marooned, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 