The secrets of the bees
A hiss of vapor safely let released, the oil on sprockets, and the cushioned walls you keep for words that’s hurled in anger, faults unmentioned and your strength to quench […]
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Water trapped in bogs
Her sentences where rivers once, meandering through marshlands, building into lakes and rushing rapids, heading for the sea. “Why was I never told, that mother’s dead?” She’s angry once again, […]
As dreams inhaled
Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence darkly sensed, a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched attracted […]
At midnight by the cliff
Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin. She left her bed, and by the moonlit […]
Forest memories
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream Khalil Gibran The forest always talks to me, some days in whispered sweetness: how our first kiss tasted, how your […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 