Break the camp!
Let’s break the camp! the sun is bright, let’s go it’s time to leave forget the dreams, the day is right to break the camp! The road leads further in […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
The first hiss
A hiss of air, a lighted fuse the briefest bite of breath before the bursts of bullet-barks before our rage of roar and rumble, before the rain and thunderstorms before […]
4 AM the seventh day…
“Still life is death.. “, she said picking petals from the last geranium I brought. She had ceased to cry… waiting, waiting by his side; his every heartbeat luminescent on […]
My twin in comics
I still recall — when I was told how much I am like Tintin; it’s not so much my youthful looks (though I prefer my hair unkempt like him) but […]
Awake at three AM
It’s not the wail of wind, not this scent of sweat, it’s not from lack of light but in the subtle weight of these words unstitched. To be linked to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 