Making my mask
My asylum has a garden where I sometimes walk, pretending that the soothing drugs that storm my veins are the sober bliss of sunshine on my skin, that the bruising […]
Category Archives: prosery
Walnuts
Ever since February 24th, my life has been narrowed into brief interludes between air-ride sirens, empty shelves, and the lambent light of basements. My neighbors have left while I stay […]
Life is a lie
You babble about hope, forgiveness and peace when bodies are piled in ditches, I hear you but have to digress;I cannot listen but talk what you please.Of future spring and […]
Tonight to forever
Valentine and we walk towards the sea, your hand, a bird nesting in mine. The night is the shadows of slumbering trees, it is winged with our dreams in the […]
Angelface
I saw your angelface, I heard your voice.at morning song, your bright soprano and I felt beneath your robe, your youth that kindled flames in me. From you I crave […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 