Each a Crossroad
At the center heand you, me, sheand they;each and every onea crossroadtangled, meshed, confused. As we make pathswe point and arguecontrolling, trample and get lost. When all we craveis just […]
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Toward the sea
Beyond your fearand darkness of your mind,beyond the drones and stormsof burning booksis yet another springdappled under canopieswhere morning suntickles tired skin and youwill find the road divergingdeeper into the […]
Silent headstones
The moon has already wrapped itself in silver clouds; the branches of the bared canopies, like sooty filigree, are skeletal hands waving in the mournful breeze. An owl hoots. I […]
Hitchhiking with care
I hitched a ride one day and you my friend was all I wanted (and your car) we rode and rode without a care until we reached a crossroad and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 