The tinnitus curse
From trenches rise the blood of thousand tongues; a coral drawn from ash and crumbled lungs. When caged the mining birds have ceased to sing no feathered warning trills with […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Entropy of war
Entropy of war is not the white hot burn or hatred but a strong conviction of destroying what is sacred, and though they say that killing makes you stronger you […]
The boy from Homs
He walked a thousand miles the boy with pebbles in his mouth. Wild his hair, moon-spun from the desert songs his mother sung, his feet are dust and water saffron, […]
Feathered perspectives
You painted novel ways to look at feathers as you and me through blackbirds are together. where shadows moving can be birds or dreams If hope is feathers, blackbirds too […]
Anemic beats and giant posters
The hard-rock of my child- hood came in small cassettes and giant posters, where blood and printed poses seemed much larger than the anemic beat of my cassette recorder. Still […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 