Plan to change – Komorebi
I woke up to the sound of raindrops playing on the windowpanes. September comes with either rain or frost, and every morning means you have to think about the way […]
Balance of destruction
Is it treachery or sin to sense that tenderness is war and tactics? I felt neglected when you slept. I went crazy when you sighed. But when your hands in […]
Hypochondria?
Deep in darkness, worms and root. in bloodstream and her brittle bones a hydra I can sense is growing, swelling fast numbing pain and lumps. Her liver-spots. Or deep inside […]
Serendipity
Such chance, as from the chrysalis with wings We met Extended – we were as butterflies — we Reached for skies when night was fireflies. Ecstasy as one we danced, […]
Dear Anne
There used to be a scaffold here. Where blood has spilled the grass is greener. Beheading was at dawn, a sword for noblemen and axe for all the rest. An […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 