Unlucky and yucky
There once was a boy from Kentucky, who was always considered unlucky. When he met with a girl with the sweetest of curls, he tripped and his face became mucky, […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Stillborn words
These; my stillborn words of staring into voids of darkness, These: my queries roared while counting time that can’t be measured, or when or why? or with whom it counts? […]
Ambergris
Spewed from indigestion of a sperm whale, washed in waves and kelp are ambergris and attar from rose, are musk and frankincense, are sandalwood and cinnamon. These, the basic notes […]
Beauty
Beauty is a prison dressed in pink perfume, , it is stiletto heels on smiling glass-eyed mannequins , it is the Chinese water-torture, disharmony and sugar. Beauty is the soft […]
Incense and innocence
Christmas smelled like tangerine, fire placed and slowly peeled, while waiting in a whiff of resin roast and firewood; and from the woods a hint of moss and mulch. The […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 