Missing pieces
Once — before he bowed to age, he sieved his syllables from books, wringing substance into notebooks. Once — he still believed his puzzle could be laid; now — he […]
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Postcard from the coast
(these notes were found on a collection of ancient postcards, the author is unknown but there are those who have seen a bent man walking into the waves without a […]
Serpent in my bed
The dry snake slithers slowly, skales caressing my skin the tender weight of its body moves slowly closer closer to my groin with a forked-tongue tickling. I feel the cold […]
The garden is silent
When red of my roses burnt into brown and your pansies have perished in snow the garden is silent, the orchard is bare. When ivy has strangled the plum tree […]
Room at the attic
Summers of my childhood were sometimes spent in the big countryside manor of my grandparents. Uncles and aunts, cousins and rooms more than we could count. Days followed days in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 