Making peace with vengeance
Making peace with vengeance is when dinner’s cold for prisoners of golden hair for blue eyes and the molten nights of sinners’ unmade beds. Bedsheets stiff like lizard’s skin neon […]
Forget-me-knots
The yellow in the blue remembers-not the knot inside the fight and nots. it’s never not forget-me-knots. Let’s slip on fingertips what dwells in letters spelled on vellum petals loves-me-not. […]
A glade where grass is warm
The raindrop gently falls but once it’s caught in leaves and grass, his tethered fears, a hymn for spring has faded when the bloom has got its sip, he waits […]
adamned
Izzy wants us to dance and write what we come up with at toads. I danced a little to Whip It that was a favorite of mine a long long […]
This glowing night of sanguine hips
In glowing nights of sanguine hips, we shed our last maracas tears; to sway away when sun has slipped. From burning cheeks, mascara drips, but doom of dawn is not […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 