The color of water
I dreamed about water; my stomach was a dead horse, my breath a heavy cart. I dreamed of water free of salt. I dreamed of springs. I dreamed. Then I […]
In fear of labernum
When faced with a poem in school, I giggled in boyish bravado “how stupid: a man is a wind and kissing the blood from her skin he’s stealing a girl […]
Narcissus’ Nemesis
Narcissus’ Nemesis was his alabaster skin stretched across a perfect abdomen, Cause on Instagram perfection’s not enough, collecting hearts and his marble skin can not be pierced at the main-street […]
More than books
The brushstrokes of enlightenment can be traced from earthworms’ trails, in the way the dewdrops sparkle. and in the tilt of dandelion heads. The psalms of wisdom are winds that’s […]
Lies and Lye
In greedy flames that licked the rain and sky for verdicts of another night, when dreams repeated pasts when mother’s asking why she’s sentenced and why the preacher screamed of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 