The poison spell
The darkness lurking deep among the pines is that the poison spell that filled your veins? or dead canaries in the depth of mines? The rays to cure became our […]
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A pair of crows
Rekindled love again, as bluebells bloom in breeze that gently stirred the canopies composing symphonies: we were the spring: the pink of cherry bloom, the entropy of conversations missed, the […]
A sudden slip
A sudden slip he’s sliding deep in pink to sink from payroll to another role: streets and benches paper-bags and stench refused, unused defiled with lies. I could not link […]
Your words: perfume
We are like oaks and let our roots entwine; when winter claws, untethered teeth are bared, our hearts beat slowly; closed are chests and shrines. We’re waiting, wishing that our […]
Silver Filigree
I’ve found in you: my songs, my wells of force, you are the breeze and in the way the sand feels warm at dawn; your skin can set the coarse […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 