Ink onto paper
for a brief moment at armistice rifles stayed silent while soldiers listened to whisper of quills bleeding ink onto paper Marian want presents the form Cherita at toads. Tomorrow it’s […]
Curing the sickness in men
Why is the sexual arousal of gunshots and ammo in men not considered the sickness it is, but the morally right, protected by your constitutional laws? Why should their spewing […]
Now we’re not
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
The old ash tree
November. The fog has smothering fingers and my hair is sticky with rain. I choke while opening the urn to spread her ashes… recalling: “Can you see the dryad?”, my […]
Utopia is close
Utopia is close my dear, closer than you think, but it’s neither land of plenty nor a constant struggle. It’s neither dream nor for real. It’s neither rain nor sunshine. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 