Grandmother gaps
I never knew my grandmotherin the way my mother had donethere was always a softerbenevolence towards methan my mother had seen. She kept the Bombonierefilled with candy for kids,and still […]
Icicled heart
Those softly whispered wordsyou finally gave that answer,though compassionately toldstill clotted my bloodfroze to a reckless noticeand a passionless turndown a glacial bulwark between us,icing my veins and nowby your […]
Your aura behind
It was never the scent of your fingergrazing my cheeks on that eveningit wasn’t your taste that still lingersnor tears in your eye-lashes shiningwhen later that morning we parted,it was […]
Time for what?
January in the library offers timeto examine lacking heartbeats,a shallow breath, with daylightcloaked behind the pregnant cloudsburdened with persistent drizzle. January in the library offers timefor lucid purge and ostracism,for […]
Her creator – I am
As a doll-maker, I gather pieces of bright cloth, strings, and shards of sea-glass. I stroll the streets looking in dustbins and I sneak into graveyards to borrow from corpses. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 