Prayer for the last of leaves
October you, come rain and night and blow despair away on tender feet; denounce me first but bring me peace and let me sleep in lucid dreams. October you, come […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
When lights went out
I never blamed it on the rain that day, my sorrow never grew from hail or clouds, I dwelled in shadows when you brought the light, You brought me laughter, […]
Little Hoodie
Little Hoodie searched the concrete jungle for her pimp and dealer — Mister Wolf. She turned some tricks on sleazy johns, but what she needed most (a fix), she knew […]
Stillborn words
These; my stillborn words of staring into voids of darkness, These: my queries roared while counting time that can’t be measured, or when or why? or with whom it counts? […]
Ambergris
Spewed from indigestion of a sperm whale, washed in waves and kelp are ambergris and attar from rose, are musk and frankincense, are sandalwood and cinnamon. These, the basic notes […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 