Transient transition
Not and never more was my first kiss ever given in a game of truth or consequence, hesitant Maria’s lips brushed against mine dry and warm while class-mates jeered; we […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 