Dead Man’s Melons
Dead man still recalls the lost sensations of his final smooth claret, the crystal curvature of expensive glass; cool against his manicured hands, the way his solemn loneliness was reflected […]
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Your absent songs
The cantaloupe’s still sleeping on water vapor condensation rising from the sugar crested waves, to meet Calabrian pine-trees’ need, pregnant with its listless waiting. The fog weighs pelts of sheep […]
Rust and past glories.
Rust eats its past glories. Tomorrow’s warfare fades among butterflies. Dying muscles leaking oil; growing grass caress iron hulls. Forget the burns from ash. Linked to Real toads where we […]
Clear it out! – for Friday Fictioneers.
Clearing out remains from my childhood home is like cutting limbs from my body. The blue bottles collected for a display we never made, the gathered sea-shells, all the knick-knacks […]
between the grave and miaou
Inside my box I’m fed and fine, still, my state’s reduced to probability, between the grave and miau. The random ticking measures — ever carefully — the prickly moments of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 