Talking to my dragon
The dragon of midnight tiptoed through bric-a-brac left, through pockmarks on concrete through ember of graphite through body and mind; while black as the rain, he stared through my dreams […]
Tag Archives: Chernobyl
Downfall
The sky was different the day the birdsong ceased, (as if they knew) it carried in itself a tepid hue of sick blancmange, That day my skin was drizzle-glazed but […]
The year of Chernobyl
I remember the the year of Chernobyl; the silent drizzle glazing my skin, how the spring seemed greyer, the greenery sick. I remember the year of Chernobyl how mushrooms and […]
Our second sun
It’s the blisters forming, second, sometimes even third, degree; like drinking moonshine or the tom yum gai on swollen tongues. It’s chap of lips. It’s claws extending from the mushroom […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 