When I met her again
This hard cold marble in the deepest pit of my stomach, this acerbic stir of stale beer and last night’s curry this white of knuckles, nails that bites my flesh, […]
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Cindered heart
Dark, this burn of afterwards a glacier growing, vacant void, too drained, too cold is this: my cindered heart. Once it flamed, it blazed for bliss of worth, but ash […]
For the stars (if anyone cares)
I sense it: the void I am filling with sixty percent water, some average bones (more solid than air); yet my thinking is silent and dreams are much more than […]
Goosebumps
Joy is barefoot tingle- fleshed; a trickleburst of woodwind, strings and icicles. Joy is melt of snow the eavesdropping of water, gigglebrooks and bloom. Joy is fireskin and itch, your […]
A recipe for joy
Unleash yourself on drunkenness — let yourself be free and dance, grow wings or hail the dark side of the moon. Be drunk with swagger of the new found confidence […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 