Invertebrates
The men who jellyfished their way and tentacled with arid bitter hands on budding breast and butts have left; manured they stood and tried in vain to say: “it’s just […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Almost like running
The moment when you rush, with muscles pumping sweating and with blood taste in your mouth when you are strong and you are fast and when the path is smooth […]
Forgetting what the poppies told
We talked of fields where poppies flew where blood had seeped into the soil, where once was ash now flowers grew, where once were trenches grass was green, and blackbirds […]
My marrow
My marrow mourns the broken bones I see in harrowed eyes from those who’ve fled the barrel bombs, the bloodshed and the tear of air from retribution and revenge. At […]
First night of summer
On the first night of summer You listen to the sound from the neighbor‘s lawn mower while you fire up the barbeque. You feel the soft touch from the first […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 