Mingling with shadies
Once in London a querulous lady. was scaring the guys and making them shaky but one brought a gun and ended her fun that’s how it goes when mingling with […]
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From where I am
I’m from the key-chain round my neck. I’m from dinner-tables where my father spoke alone. I’m from dust of bookshelves. from plights of duty. from homework done in warmth from […]
Your doom and smothered pleas
Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed. in tear of tears, a gem you saved till last, just like before our monsters bared their teeth: to let us dawdle still, forever […]
Monday
Shaken and stirred awake from dreams in morning blur it seams a cup of coffee and my ride to work will wake me up for: a spreadsheet struggle, negotiation haggle […]
My platform tomb
From sorcerers within: your deadly doom we wilted, waiting for your train to leave. A panting breath we heard its hiss of fumes you clung to life in pain, I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 