Hunter
I wander slowly on the meadow-grass its straws bejeweled in a smell of dawn on undulating hillocks smooth as glass. I tiptoe softly, fingertips, cross perfect lawns still soft with […]
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The silent roses
The pavement blooms in Paris, Moscow, Dhaka and in Copenhagen, a fragrance not of spring a sick perfume of sorrow a worm inside my chest, a sickness in the rose’s […]
A dragon’s breath
grapes of people in the midday heat seek the vines – of hands and homes alone together, withered bones. a strand of hair plastered to a bayonet not yet her […]
When skin has grown too thin
concerning life, recall the skin etches one molecule at a time until tissue-paper thin – the vein crawls towards what’s left a single day when melodies turn craven to relentless […]
A Wednesday in March two-thousand-twenty-four
Only very recently we understood how curvatures in ninth dimension’s tensor calculus affected undulations in the solar flares; and how the integrated resonance in super-cubes and muon melodies can interact […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 