Listen to their song
Before the sodden churchyard has been kissedby daylight skipping in between headstones,I hear them through the chilling autumn mist,the muffled footsteps of returning souls.From All Souls by Kim Russel 2025 […]
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Sweet dreams
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in […]
November rain
No sun – no moon!No morn – no noon –No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day –No sky – no earthly view (November – Thomas Hood) […]
Long Live Love
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain obscure things,secretly, between the shadow […]
Her words were avenues
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 