Confusion in resistance
It’s not from friction of my quill, not from lack of ink or paper, I have all the syllables but it seems I cannot stitch them into sense. It’s not […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Watching Janet Jackson on MTV
When she danced on my screen it was like smiling at dusk… It kept me from thinking of rain and the darkness of the code I was writing of being […]
Song without words
This is not their final words at dusk it’s not a poem told at dawn, neither sunshine nor the moon It’s unpredictable their river wild, words withheld — smothered rage. […]
Interstellar sailing
When we left the pull of planets — tossed into vacuum of interstellar sailing the chief scientist came down from the upper levels saying that our ship would be our […]
Obituary for a mollusk
Once the mollusk softness of its tentacles decays in death remains of a nautilus, when stranded in the sand, its shell… the inner core, (an imprint of its body) the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 