Post-truth Kane
His life, a breeze, a journey, danced with shadows; he twisted ink to cue the spark that opened greenbuck pockets shimmered darkness lulled with lies. Lost at last in shark-grin […]
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Scarves
There are possibilities in scars a melody composed for stars, an option for an exit or an entrance to what’s past. ‘Have you ever been to Paris?’ She knits her […]
Coloring outside the lines
Necklaced words, stringed to sense of sentenced tense, pretense and lies: a beaded noose. I overdosed on rules — ignored advice vis-a-vis what’s wise and unveiled my vice, I enjoyed […]
Sickened by roses
You promised me love You gave me your word You left me alone And left like a bird. Thou returned too late My senses grown cold Suspicions in heart I’m […]
I almost found a treasure
I almost found a treasure once — With veins of gold — The wind was soft, and sun was cosy — We were not old — I aged — and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 