Waiting in spacetime
Time is taught as con- cept; a tick-tock clock abstraction hard to keep since synchronicity never can account for time it takes to walk from A to B, and thus […]
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Because the night…
I remember how Patti Smith sang how night belongs to lovers, and I remember how I used to dance, tethered in your arms. I remember nights of skins, but as […]
Symphony from dawn to dusk
It starts with whispered strings at dawn of woodwinds; pitter-patter from the thicket: dulce wren and raindrops. Then the horn; a skein of geese, and for breeze and brook: andante: […]
Recipe to win
Grate and grind the sense pretend it’s tender, glace with lies, then spice with fake vanilla, poach it slender reduce until the lard remains serve it lukewarm invent it’s promised. […]
Recipe for solitude
solitude is wind a voice of trees it’s sunshine soil birdsong sprung from spring a flowerbudded restlessness solitude is anticipation of a footpath warm and needle smooth to be bare- […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 