On the consequences of asbestos bans
Before we damned asbestos, she was a loyal citizen her lion roar was smoke and mirrors and electro-shock therapy was a simple cure for her less than Vogue appearance. Simply […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Follow your dreams
My dreams are thieves, strange and strained they trespass, sneak on plimsoll soles at night. My dreams are knives and satin, a morning sated, they are odd solutions infinitely non-convergent. […]
Shadows in the library
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
Atropine eyes
The sunshine of spring are like bullets bombarding my atropine eyes. Not like before the lullaby waves of the light brushing my shore, No longer it harbingers spring and the […]
Vertigo
It’s the vertigo right at the summit that teaches you it’s the rappelling that’s killing more than the actual climbing. Brendan prompts on the penultimate part of a journey at […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 