Going with the goat
Gripping the metal rod a little tighter, Alicia tried in vain to soften the parched dirt. A relentless sun was burning in her neck, and in a basket she kept […]
Commuting
I look for little things: the goslings eating grass, the hues of green that change from day to day, the way the water ripple from the breeze. I listen for […]
Still(ness)
Still(ness) (Di)stilled – your sunhat rests in perfect harmony with my umbrella. Cause formaldehyde replaced my blood your ash is scattered and has stilled the waves. Still your sunhat rests […]
The fabric of the veil
Where night is just a veil, stretched between an endless dusk and the break of dawn I rest with fabric stretched across the sky and drink the arctic air, the […]
For camellias and graves
Shade is for camellias and a state of mind Shade is one of fifty bookworms in their vintage lace Shade is dappled green & condom wrappers. Shade is laurel triumphs […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 