Chiaroscuro Masks
Your dreams as shadows of the day it’s cards I kept and never played for scars behind chiaroscuro masks When awake why did I have to ask? I feared a […]
Silent bricks
Silence. Yet another day of hope, another day to clean the counter-tops, the tables and the windows. Eileen wanted it perfect when Mike returned. She touched her wedding-band and noticed […]
Life is white
White is life; it’s every hue combined in equal measure. The passion of your heart, the love of red, of blood and anger. It’s the cold and distant blue, rejection […]
Ebony and weddingdress
Yet again the helicopter sings for Aleppo funerals to come. It brings its load of barrel bombs it brings its gasoline and metal shards to burn and cut the blood […]
The olive of your cocktail
To be an olive soaked in gin would mean that I would wet your lips and slowly sip by sip I would slip inside your skin I would make you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 