Deluge me
Fingernails are cutting burning pain inside my palm; acid bubbling; rumble; maiming mind with loneliness. deluge me breathing deep finding solace seeking solitude in ways that clouds are forming raining […]
Exxon corporate offices the eighteenth of February 2069
I peek through the safety-glass window, a few drops of champagne still remaining in my glass; it’s probably the last few drops of the world; we have good reasons to […]
A Wednesday in March two-thousand-twenty-four
Only very recently we understood how curvatures in ninth dimension’s tensor calculus affected undulations in the solar flares; and how the integrated resonance in super-cubes and muon melodies can interact […]
my lips are sealed
In token trust of whispered woes we wait, we wait in slipping silence darkness binds us to its secrecy. Tonight’s delight alone – secluded kiss my lips are sealed in […]
Of Butterflies and snowmen
Words are butterflies torn to pieces in the winter storm. Words are shattered glass barely mended using superglue. Words are milk remaining overnight and gone sour Words are snowmen thawing […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 