Our songs
Tonight the band is playing our songsCome, darling, while the night is younglet us merge as strings and bellsI know you, baby. like the Bible spells Dance me darkly to […]
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A stake at all hallows
By the window she waits, in song of a teaspoon stirring her tea, from the eaves a lament: the drizzle a sorrow of wasted tomorrows, In rustle of leaves his […]
Toyota trucks
Hell is empty and all the devils are here. The Tempest, William Shakespeare Her hair is torn, a scalp is left. their hands were desert knives Merciless the dead horizon […]
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 […]
Memories carved in granite striations
The rust in your eyes is shallowly panting; in flaking decay like the timely striations of granite – the dreams from the glaciers carved the notes once sung divinely that […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 