Because the night…
I remember how Patti Smith sang how night belongs to lovers, and I remember how I used to dance, tethered in your arms. I remember nights of skins, but as […]
A limit for concerns
Born from clipboard quotas, the sweathopped shoes I bought on sale are waiting for a thought, on who the seamstress was and if she went to bed content the day […]
Symphony from dawn to dusk
It starts with whispered strings at dawn of woodwinds; pitter-patter from the thicket: dulce wren and raindrops. Then the horn; a skein of geese, and for breeze and brook: andante: […]
Damned prenup
Harnessed to my glider, I linger for a moment. I inhale the scent of my gilded cage. Lavender and salt. My custodian is shouting but I have locked the door: […]
Recipe to win
Grate and grind the sense pretend it’s tender, glace with lies, then spice with fake vanilla, poach it slender reduce until the lard remains serve it lukewarm invent it’s promised. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 