Persistence of memory
There might be comfort in your daft delusion of the time as simple seconds, minutes, hours. days, or even years walking by in its linear progression from the cradle into […]
Still Life with Onions
More faithful than your lying rose, no thorn will bite me, no promises are faked from petals dropped too soon, Your onion-kiss remains to linger on my lips; and with […]
Tournesol
I turn my face to meet the sun but bows to hide from wind and rain, I’m born in soil and strong I stretch my supple stem towards the sky […]
In a Parisian café, after and before.
I sit alone stirring my coffee turning cold. There is no reason to stir, I always drink my coffee black but the sound of the spoon hitting the porcelain masks […]
Library 2.0
The library is covered, floor to ceiling, with government-issued brand- new sixty-inch plasmoid screens blaring infotainment as fresh barista- librarians serve coffee to the glass- eyed teenage girls sitting glued […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 