The Beastiary
Dusk is a demon with tender tentacles,slowly he slithers behind you,ready as ever to lovingly gag youin his fish-scented breeze. Night is a monster with cordial claws,calmly he clatters behind […]
Category Archives: poetry
I turned away
I went across the landingto the court reporter’s deskthe room was darker than ever,her arms were bruised there alone near the back she had a small throat as if she didn’t mindfinger marks […]
Petulant month
February is a petulant toddler,sometimes sulking under a livid pewtera sudden shower might turnto a delicate flurry of lace,and when you believe it is winterhe turns azure and bright,cloudlessly shiningan […]
Darkness behind me
Finally, as January is coming to an end I can feel that daylight has started to return. Soon I will meet dawn before I leave for work. My heartbeats lighten, […]
Memento Mori
On the eve of remembrance dayfor the six million soulscryingto remind us what’s left to payof what humankind stoledying Remember the shoes without feethair faithfully braidedbehindTheir bodies, consumed by the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 