The hottest start-up
We were the hottest start-up ever balancing the business case a red-hot book-to-bill and vivid burn-rates shrinking assets. Drink champagne we said. It was the new economy where value can […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Blackthorn blooming
The scent of blooming blackthorn haunts me cause when after April, May might smile but sun casts wintry shadows; while apple blooms are falling at the mercy of a wind […]
Commuters coming home a Monday in November
Snake of tail-lights in fog capturing summer’s fireflies. I little imaginist poem for Tuesday Platform at toads.
Dystopian love-story
Eden — lost in scarlet haze the lovers gazed amazed at curves of bodies, napes of necks; they felt and fell, they kissed in bliss of knowing fruit and flesh. […]
Ode to my bed
My bed is a temptress, wide-eyed, a white-cotton lady begging me softly with pillow-voice vows to dress her in velvet and vapor of dreams she call me to darkness of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 