Shadows inside
Sipping on sweetnessof flowers and sun,swimming in songs of a wrenand the breeze from the sea I still find my solace disturbedby hornets and snakesmosquitos and ticksby sunburn and sandso […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 