Ode to the paperclips
All that glisters is not gold— Often have you heard that told. The merchant of Venice, William Shakespeare This morning after bicycling I realized I brought to work a shirt […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
I miss the sea
Each wave a kiss my kayak sways nothing beats this when sea-froth hiss on best of days each wave a kiss. In dark blue bliss at sea I play nothing […]
Metamorphosis
I promise that my name is not Gregor Samsa, has never been and never it will be, yet I sense resentment oozing in your eyes every time, I click my […]
Circular evidence
To live with sorrow, loss to be be betrayed walk on glass. He was dirt-poor born and fell in love To live with sorrow, loss to be be betrayed walk […]
A fickle thing
Rapture is to necklace syllables to sentences, to poetry heretic cherubism; to smile with beasts, to testament a book of words. But rapture is alas a fickle thing the end […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 