Still life with cookies
I don’t needto be cuddled,caressedor cajoled by yourcomforting kisses I don’t craveto be cured fromcontagions of crush but if you coax mewith cookies or candyforever I’ll beyour captive,controlledby your cooking […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Leaving of Leaves
In western wind awhirlwe sway and swirlwe dance away unboundfrom branch and bough;unwound by wind we sailwe float, we fallset free a whileuntil we find our soilto settle, sleep, decayfor […]
Boo(k)
Behind taboos,the bookcaseof the books that’s bannedyou’ll findthe boomers bootlicking the boogiementhe bigot men in bootsand the hypocrite baboonsreading secretly the booksdenied to others, but one dayit will boomerang back […]
Barely life
late Septemberdust mothsdancingin afternoon sun on the rosewood tablestill lifebut barely a bowl of peachesfruitfliesand a vase of droopingroses its petalsghosts againstthe table’s varnish and the carriage clockcarefully measuringthe passing […]
Self-Mad(e)ness
In muchness more than lessballooning braggartsTikTok plastic selfnessbuilding lore and famefrom virtual pedestalsconverting luminanceof botoxed selfto Ponzi crypto wealth. Through grift and scamsthe self-made prominentengage emotions whileunder cover digging deepinto […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 