Most days
Some days are grand and groovy, when you’re grinning, sunshined blessed life is bright, far better than a movie. Some days are nifty, some are best. Other days are dark […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
The Phenomenon of the library
In absence of the mirrors the aged librarian still can see himself as shadows dancing, as an apparition in his secret catalogue of books most toxic. His exile to the […]
Poison lips
It’s not my thing to please I could be nice unless you only hand me snakes to pet; but can you blame a girl if her lips are pursed with […]
The last Earl of Tharnham Towers
I climb my tower as the shadows stretch their hungry limbs across the moor. The breeze tastes sour with impending doom and I stretch across the bulwark to watch as […]
Burning Rome
I remember entering the antechamber humming to the music blasting in my ear-buds as the flicker of the fire was eating Rome alive. I remember how the orange blended with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 