Dig your dog
If you dig your dogyou know that walkingmeans you have to mindthe butt-hole scents,left by hounds or mongrels trace of reek to follow,modify,and leave a markto be, becomea king of […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Cherry blossom bliss
She stretches high,skyward with a smartphonein her handto capture a perfect pieceof cherry blossom bliss,unawareof the boys behindgazing at her thighssuccessfullytrying to catcha glimpseof her bloomersas the skirt keepsclimbing her […]
The cold moon’s tale
Underneath —were earthworms windaround the bonesof decomposing bodiesone skeletal fingerremains accusingpointing skywards. A declaring digitgiving evidence againstthe assassin witha spadefor digging graves. But will the cold moonever tell the taleon […]
Still there’s life
Time is passinggentlymeasured by the wilting,by the sweetness of decayand by colors fading. Time is leavingstep by stepby lovers clingingto the scentpreserved as bookmarksin books forgotten. Time will stopby flowers […]
Too much
Once, when younger trying …in vainspeaking to girls;I stumbled on syllablesand couldn’t make sense,stitching intentionsinto sentenceswithout tripping on words. Only much laterI aged and was trainedinto tellingand tried to catch […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 