Ode to my jeans
You are two in one hugging buttocks crotch and thighs they are soft as grass burn thin as paper worn at rain in sun at night carrying the memories from […]
Price of a penthouse
Jobless and foreclosure. Homeless. It’s been merciless and quick. Once a rock starts rolling it’s hard to stop. But when it reached the bottom all went quiet. Friends may cease […]
Illiteracy
The library has borders, books are fenced defence, defiance and his shelter. Sentences are bulwark, sentinels against the ignorance of those not yet enlightened. He believes in castles swords protecting […]
Listen to the gardener
Any gardener can tell you that weeds are windborn or they come in hiding with the plants you bring from nurseries. Any gardener will tell you that the walls are […]
Close to the horizon
To visit an island means to border yourself. There are places of magic where your line vision both expands towards the horizon and shrinks to the small piece of land […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 