Yazidi weeping
Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too The desert wind is full […]
The last android on earth
With constellations fading smothered smoothly as my whiteness whispers brittle binaries and forgotten scripts once programmed in my genomes. But since the mainframe tells me that I’m dead. my veins […]
Thyme
There is a soft scent of thyme when I walk barefoot through the garden crushing tender leaves. They may spread like weeds but late in summer with its purple flowers […]
Of voids and vapid words
From voices of insistent waves and from a fragment of your sleepless sea we built on clay and bones this bloodless emptiness — our house behind a veil of my […]
Constellations of your breath
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 