Corpus Delicti
Let’s plunge slowly to yearning into butterfly-basins; let’s share at least an esthesis of delicate corpus delicti; and if only this flutter of fervor lasts briefly, let’s waltz to the […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Painful perfume
How petals of roses been wrung for its sensitive oil How apples been bruised, and plants been beaten to dust How ambergris carved from intestines of whales been blended with […]
Virtue of rest
My garden rests naked. Heavy, laden with rain, autumn-drained from its growth and summer-serfdom of daylight from the restless chlorophyll mechanics grinding green through its roots and its limbs to […]
Leap into the void
The oxide of my burnished heart has formed a polished pupa to protect me from your vitriol and vice, but still — inside it aches without the blaze of zeal […]
Wolf howl
My, moon-howl princess, dearest you, my darkness mistress lady-paw of claw-fanged specter, never, never let your snowscape motherhood of finest fashion-fur be lost to rifled forestry and pretense of male […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 