You call me love
With icicle hands I clutchyou heartand with venom in my words,I take control;distort your gaze to watch for specksdeform your thoughts away from planksand bend your sense of reasoninto treasonrage […]
Tag Archives: hate
What a Sunday walk can do
With words, their weapons sharp, they challenge truth they let us breathe the brimstone fumes (their views) they pick the facts apart, misusing youth- full energy, they poison food and […]
The silent roses
The pavement blooms in Paris, Moscow, Dhaka and in Copenhagen, a fragrance not of spring a sick perfume of sorrow a worm inside my chest, a sickness in the rose’s […]
Fertilizing Mephistopheles
Why afraid of ebola? of terrorism? of North Korea, Russia or United States? of climate change or bankruptcy? What’s really scary is the fear and zealousness of golden keys of […]
when blackthorn’s dressed in lace
when sooty wings obscure the sky as croaking rooks my blood is black when blotchy headlines tell the lies of shadows and unknown attack what once was growing hope is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 