Armageddon Yellow
Every day another fire — fire-tongues licking thirsty moss trees turn into black hands, stretching from below the surface of an ashen sea. We went picking raspberries the other day […]
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The garden is silent
When red of my roses burnt into brown and your pansies have perished in snow the garden is silent, the orchard is bare. When ivy has strangled the plum tree […]
Room at the attic
Summers of my childhood were sometimes spent in the big countryside manor of my grandparents. Uncles and aunts, cousins and rooms more than we could count. Days followed days in […]
Burning summer cold
A sticky mongrel-tongue — this summer swelter; I’m roped in the reek of course blankets by a smothering wind; the bare skin of my thighs sticks to the creased vinyl […]
Rejected Suitor
Wax my moon and wane my mind be sparse in words and dense in sighs make cautious sense from careless cold; tune in to minor keys for major change. My […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 