A letter from my bed
Dear Midnight, I write to you from bed; a special place of sweat and twisted bedsheets, nested deep between awake and dreams. I know you’re busy spreading sand on others […]
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When I met her again
This hard cold marble in the deepest pit of my stomach, this acerbic stir of stale beer and last night’s curry this white of knuckles, nails that bites my flesh, […]
Goosebumps
Joy is barefoot tingle- fleshed; a trickleburst of woodwind, strings and icicles. Joy is melt of snow the eavesdropping of water, gigglebrooks and bloom. Joy is fireskin and itch, your […]
A recipe for joy
Unleash yourself on drunkenness — let yourself be free and dance, grow wings or hail the dark side of the moon. Be drunk with swagger of the new found confidence […]
Midway in my thoughts
The ground is covered in snow, meringue hills undulates in soft shades of white and light grey. The sky is covered in milky clouds and the snow swarms around us […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 