6:30 on your way to work
No, it wasn’t the rain or the sour scent of unwashed wool, it wasn’t the stinging sound of strangers making up on mobile phones. No, it wasn’t tiredness of Netflix […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Space force construction
You, my sweetest singularity; you the curvature of space and time, the straightest path from here to now. You — infinity. You my gravity and nebula spaceship, centre and periphery. […]
Black and blacker
When darkness tiptoed through our streets, we shut the windows, blocked the doors before they knocked. “This night is death”, you cried, “it stabs my gut”. We listened to the […]
Obituary
I read your obituary. Pleasure bubbling through my veins. You’re gone, sweet traitor. April sunshine in my face; it’s warmer than a dish served cold. You called before; asked forgiveness, […]
Laughing at the circus
What were we taught as kids, laughing at a bawling clown, the whipped horses a caged old lion and the outraged midget? Was it comforting to feel that just for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 