Incense and innocence
Christmas smelled like tangerine, fire placed and slowly peeled, while waiting in a whiff of resin roast and firewood; and from the woods a hint of moss and mulch. The […]
Category Archives: poetry
6:30 on your way to work
No, it wasn’t the rain or the sour scent of unwashed wool, it wasn’t the stinging sound of strangers making up on mobile phones. No, it wasn’t tiredness of Netflix […]
Never an ant
Eighteen years ago I moved to Stockholm. Though, I was a tree uprooted from the forest of my youth, at first it felt familiar from vacations and business trips, I […]
Space force construction
You, my sweetest singularity; you the curvature of space and time, the straightest path from here to now. You — infinity. You my gravity and nebula spaceship, centre and periphery. […]
Sowing tomatoes elsewhere
We filled the belly of our spaceship with the final soil our mother carried and to ticks of Geiger counters we slipped into the upper decks of our ark and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 