The queen eats breakfast by herself
The queen on number twenty one Dragon Hill is neither sorceress, nor saint, but open arteries of sanguine geraniums adorn her third floor balcony and her front door is painted […]
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I beg you mercy, moon
Why your fury, sickle-moon? Why sending steel & not spill silver? make good as once it was Why your ruthless voice, dear moon? I beg you mercy, pledge […]
A pesky pebble
I once put a pebble into my nose polished, a piece of the sea, one of those lucky-charm-things, best among stones. Inside, it was lost becoming part of my bones. […]
Laburnum and rain
It wasn’t the rain that evening in June, but the glare of laburnum, and his arms with your laughter. I watched you move closer; while closing your eyes. It wasn’t […]
Never the flowers
It was never the fragrance of flowers but the bullies and the browning of leaves, decay from the odor of urine and sweat; smothered in wetness of wool — I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 