It’s always darkest before the dawn
Before the cries of dawn we huddled, raptor-shadowed talons planted deeply by the demigod of darkness in our battered twilight-souls. Moon-starved we could hear his hunger carving flesh and cartilage […]
Category Archives: poetry
Filling my hollow
The shadow of Meursault is thinner than Raskalonikov’s… which is the reason why it ends the way it does, but still in part, I wish that there would be a […]
Riding the tempest
Tempest me darkly with your sultry of lips then wrap yourself sadly ‘round tremors of me we tumble to waves with sea-glass and ships and even beyond the horizon lies […]
Talking to my dragon
The dragon of midnight tiptoed through bric-a-brac left, through pockmarks on concrete through ember of graphite through body and mind; while black as the rain, he stared through my dreams […]
Downfall
The sky was different the day the birdsong ceased, (as if they knew) it carried in itself a tepid hue of sick blancmange, That day my skin was drizzle-glazed but […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 