Jigsaw dreams
Mostly they are garbage — my dreams — discarded litter left, the pieces of remaining cloudless sky from that jigsaw puzzle I gave up upon. But sometimes dreams are real […]
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All and nothing
They say that ink is blood and poetry are scars, but just like scars need skin, your words need paper. You seek the hush of cites and the buzz in […]
Blessings for an avid reader
Your canon grows, you cannot swallow. For every book there’s not a hollow big enough to fill with worthless words. May every page you read be precious sweet, important and […]
Summer shower
A summer shower is like a feral cat. It attacks you from behind, icy claws outstretched and if you don’t beware you’re drenched. Today when bicycling from work we had […]
Midsummer night’s dream
As solstice darkness softly melts explodes in cotton candy views when night is never really felt. We walk together, hands are held above the sky a Prussian blue as solstice […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 