Tournesol
I tournesol, my face is glazed in slender rays. In birdsong symphonies days get longer. Come leap, cascade in brooks be willow mild Come snowdrops, crocus spring my heart. Paint […]
Frying eggs
Destiny to many old, too young, the only fold, a manifold, a crease, a cringe disease; this plague’s a blessing of our stolen cars when tarmac’s burnin’ sunbeamed hot. What’s […]
Saturday morning
Your voice tastes saffron, cardamom and green, as you whisper secrets in your sleep. I dreamed of strawberries but at the break of dawn your eyes were symphonies, a taste […]
Locusts
We were like locusts. Burning pilfering and raping. We said it was the law of war, that it was merely tactics. We implemented scorched-earth policies to rule. “They would do […]
Oolong tea
“Is the library like woods or sea? Do books resemble trees or waves?” Maybe they are both, the aged librarian ponders as he stirs his Oolong tea while sifting through […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 