Morning Potion
Carefully Giselle ground Blue Mountain beans, brewed them to perfection and it was ready just as Mark rushed down the stairs. He took the cup, leaving without goodbye. Discussions yesterday […]
Waltz in minor key
As a bough, heaving from the weight of snow, the aged librarian reaches to the lowest shelf for the omnibus volume of 20th century poems, certain to find the flawless […]
Wolf howl
My, moon-howl princess, dearest you, my darkness mistress lady-paw of claw-fanged specter, never, never let your snowscape motherhood of finest fashion-fur be lost to rifled forestry and pretense of male […]
Kept in your keep
Bind me tightly, silkroped to the kneeling of your craving. Keep me secret, padlocked to the sliver of your heartbeats. Strip me naked, tightroped to the turrets of your passion. […]
Predator
The decaying leaves form thick layers on the asphalt, crusted and sick as a leper’s skin. The streetlights only paint insufficient patches along my path, and where it doesn’t reach […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 