Paradise Lost
The dragon morning broke in glow of tangerine and tongues, in flares ensnaring trees with scorch and woe. We barely saw the smoke for air as clear as lies before […]
The less of evil
Dear Satan, I apologize for being too benign as demon once. My only excuse for not ripping enough livers from humans was envy for those leisurely roasting their flesh. I […]
Alone on Christmas Night
The vicious voice of winter is the pock- marked strangler sneaking up behind you in an alley filled with bums and winos, when you are lonely on a Christmas night. […]
When skiing in full moon
Nowhere there is silence such as silver spilling from the full cold moon. Nowhere there’s an essence quite as lucid as the freezing glow of moonlit snow. Nowhere am I […]
No tygers anymore
It was afterwards we realized that fearful symmetry was not the burning bright of stripes on carnivores, but the echoes dying from a hunter’s rifle in forests of the night. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 