Strawberry and linen sense
Sunwarm strawberries smothered softly with the whiteness of the whipped cream, and linen promises. Cellar cold the sweet German wine in narrow bottles is a golden dream of dew-drops on […]
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Boiled potatoes
I grew up on boiled potatoes never rice spaghetti was a feast. Boiled potatoes that I peeled carefully to get rid of soil before I let them sail across my […]
Chiaroscuro Masks
Your dreams as shadows of the day it’s cards I kept and never played for scars behind chiaroscuro masks When awake why did I have to ask? I feared a […]
Ebony and weddingdress
Yet again the helicopter sings for Aleppo funerals to come. It brings its load of barrel bombs it brings its gasoline and metal shards to burn and cut the blood […]
Towards the forest
The forest reeks tonight of sulfur vapors and his hands are black. When deep among the trees the bite of what has passed. what wasn’t asked and time that never […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 