Marble of the tiger’s eye
Marble of the tiger’s eye iridescent and dense. anticipating rain. I’m nauseated by its claws the waiting for retracted footprints in the mud. A sigh at dusk: my song is […]
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They stole the night.
Once — before they stole our night to sell the sky to trade the blue and stars of nebulae and moons, our sleep. for overalls and days of gray. They […]
Chiaroscuro Masks
Your dreams as shadows of the day it’s cards I kept and never played for scars behind chiaroscuro masks When awake why did I have to ask? I feared a […]
Towards the forest
The forest reeks tonight of sulfur vapors and his hands are black. When deep among the trees the bite of what has passed. what wasn’t asked and time that never […]
Constellations of your breath
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 