Adorning with words
On the edge of winter, once again lonely — In my lugubriousness I gazed at wall-papers peeling, swimming in lament I inhaled the reek of cat-urine left in your wake, […]
Category Archives: prosery
Due process
Marge knew how to purge blood from her soiled clothes, any woman knew, but It had been messy. Had to be… Tim deserved it a million times for what he […]
Moon and a new patio
Afterwards I remembered neither your eyes nor the colour of your hair. The melody of your voice had merged with the wind. You left with not even a note left […]
Parasitic desire
I get my strength from symbiosis with the roots of trees, decay feeds my veins and my limbs spread as mycorrhiza. I infiltrate,I penetrate. I am your most beloved parasite. […]
Being beast
The brooding dawn was a precursor, we should have listened to the traffic holding its breath, sky a tense diaphragm, throbbing, drenching the newscaster’s voice. We should have prepared but […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 