Beyond darkness
Closer to the winter solsticewhen darkness chokes mewith his mucous fingers,hugs me closer to despairI remember summer nightswhen lady sun excused herselfto wrap herself in Cotton-candyclouds to briefly nap before […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
King-size bed
In the wakeof your absence,a shadow of warmthstill lingers in OURking-size beddevoid of your weight. Awakened,those razor-blade wordsyou hurled when we partedrepeat and repeat,voluminous, vilethey surge my bedroomwith turpitude, darkness,and […]
This thing with feathers
What’s a featherwithout its wing?Just the last remains,of a raptor’s lunch What are wingswithout its bird?Just the failed ambitionsof never moving south? Is it death? Is this darkness dawn or […]
Corpse attraction
I fear my dearyou wouldn’t carethe leastif you could scareme stiff with beastsyou breedwith ghosts you hostwith veins, you bleedand flesh you roast.My dear — I fear you notmy daemon […]
Rude bells
Call out rude bells! for midnight skies;to autumn rain, to falling leaves;to what’s been lost to what we grieveCall out! let truths succeed their lies. Ring out the war, ring […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 