ICars, passing, their headlightsilluminating the cadaverof autumn’s last hedgehog. II.Left on the sidewalkthe butt of a cigarette, lipstick-stainedpart of a shopping list (unreadable)faeces from a mid-sized dog, IIIIn her wake, […]
The week has been hollowtime has been crawling, it’s slowbut with dusk, the pressure is buildingI’m boiling, I’m bubblingit’s never or nowwe’re leaving for town, it’s Friday night and the […]
Tonight the band is playing our songsCome, darling, while the night is younglet us merge as strings and bellsI know you, baby. like the Bible spells Dance me darkly to […]
How you, this bluethis satin surface, smoothyour skin, your youth; how you, us two, with kiss of kelp beneaththe blue, our sheet; how you, this hueof priceless gems, warmyour lips, […]
“Thank you”, he said, again and again, a broken record. On the bottom of the coffee mug were some lonesome coins. His deep-set eyes kept shards and secrets and he […]
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 