Self-Portrait in Hell
Awake with venom in my veins from (s)words: “just friends”, your coup de grâce delivered late. My heart still beating right beneath my skin ready to be ripped apart again. […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Fear is life itself
The taste of fear is schizoid pure and red, a piece of meat, it’s poppies lost and flown from cries in mud and trenches darkly bled. We harvested the fear […]
The story of life
Stairs to stars and in between is strife of climb — as life before we fall. A very short poem for Susie at toads. We write about stairs. — February […]
Paradise sold
When paradise was sold to the highest bidder, the gates were raised for most lacking funds to pay the member’s fee. When gospels have been changed to rules allowing liars, […]
Listening in silence
Anders Persson was born with a knack to be an engineer; he was cursed to understand mechanics, thermodynamics, electromagnetism and even math. At eleven he had built himself a ham-radio […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 