November bloodshed
When bloom of bloodshed´s darkly bled; see corpses rise from soil and grave. the zombies dance to songs of dread; when bloom of bloodshed´s darkly bled through rain and wind […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Jazz with the moss
Where trees jazz with wind so gently to magic of moss at summernight tarn; there I meet you at midnight and run my hands through gold of your hair. Come […]
Doors behind doors
The library is vast and it’s been said that there are doors that open into doors to rooms and halls where shelves are filled with books and scrolls. Where you […]
As it falls
November falls as frost on leaves and brittle grass. November falls with weight of lead on roof and walls where we seek warmth in empty flasks. Please let me sleep […]
Rapunzel’s Miranda
My knight, I might let you scale my tower but, it’s easy just to let you slip and break your neck. You might be another hand- some man, but I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 