Becoming the beach
“Time was a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness.”― Han Kang, The Vegetarian Often as I age I think about sea-glass, I still remember the sharp edges, my toddler-rage, when […]
Tag Archives: metaphor
Downstream
It’s not abrupt, but more like flowing downstream on a river; changes in the way you look too deep into your mirrored eyes. Like leaves you waited for in spring, […]
Crumbling truths
Afterwards the lies are crumbling. The sea is poisoned and through the smog the moon is a sickle in my blood. Sometimes I hear your voice: “They told us it […]
Nipping at the hard place
Bullets of your butterfliesare hands beating at the fuseYour ants are wearing lions:as a march hare through the mill. Debase are kid glovesnipping at the hard placeof my gilded ball-park.My […]
Your words: perfume
We are like oaks and let our roots entwine; when winter claws, untethered teeth are bared, our hearts beat slowly; closed are chests and shrines. We’re waiting, wishing that our […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 