Making sure she is buried
The late Mrs. Emel Mackenzie always came early to better be able to notice the lateness of others, and hence at her funeral the pews had started to fill an […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Contemplating the void
You left me early that morning in October, leaving only your warmness behind. I overslept, woke with a jolt, wondering where in the shadows you’re freezing. I made myself coffee, […]
Shipwrecked
When Cupid’s arrow pierced me; it only nicked your breast, but left me bleeding, lonely, scared, repenting left me to my precious mourning; to my seascape sorrow, frozen and marooned, […]
Warming up
I’m glacial, I’m frezing please giggle me warmer let’s sizzle together it’s drizzling outside. Spill me the best of those quicksilver grins, I’ll beam you my gems. Web me with […]
Kiss the earth
Have you sensed its scent, how soft it grows with rain how smooth its skin can be? Have you listened to its songs of surf on stones and soil? Have […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 