yet again we believe and vote.
Syllables are clinging to his lips Words slither through the air and bury burdens hide the lies and simplify. His speech diverges from the truth and dribble drops of soup […]
Softness of the moss
For every year Martha shrunk a little. It had been sixty years now; Sixty years since her father changed her future. Every day she paid with prayers in the convent. […]
Married to the wind
Why do you whisper songlines to the wind? What secrets did your share, while he moved his fingers through your hair? Was it tears he brought, or was that a […]
Meet me by the abbey
The scent of footsteps a lingering hangover “Meet me by the abbey” you said – leaving thirty years ago Still I’m searching deep in bottles of regret. Linked to Magpie […]
War and Buffet
Grabbing greed when pushing prows I will claim the buffet’s prize. Any means for calories to becoming super-sized. Meatballs, gravy, mayonnaise bread and butter, skip the greens chicken wings and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 