Finding the path
If you search for a place to lessen your burdens, a place like a wood, or the edge of a river, a place where your mind is relieved, you learn […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Breakfast and November
In the twilight of November with moon a sickle sharp and bleeding, I saw your shadow passing, through our garden, dun. I waited, asked: “Do you still remember?”, and you […]
No title (washing away)
It wasn’t the moon wasting its silver in the murderous sea but your footsteps in sand slowly washing away, telling you’d never be back… A second cherita for Marian at […]
Ink onto paper
for a brief moment at armistice rifles stayed silent while soldiers listened to whisper of quills bleeding ink onto paper Marian want presents the form Cherita at toads. Tomorrow it’s […]
Curing the sickness in men
Why is the sexual arousal of gunshots and ammo in men not considered the sickness it is, but the morally right, protected by your constitutional laws? Why should their spewing […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 