Dear Anne
There used to be a scaffold here. Where blood has spilled the grass is greener. Beheading was at dawn, a sword for noblemen and axe for all the rest. An […]
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A pair of shoes once worn
Once filled with bones and flesh, pulsating blood, a pair of shoes, once worn when waiting for a piece of bread for the train for beginnings and this end of […]
Felling pines
sighs of pines are silence loudly said a moment to consider ponder this and that: to consider clouds to butterfly a bit & talk to moths sighs of pines are […]
Words I can’t remember
I love you as a song of words I can’t remember, as breeze and sun, as ice and warmth of ember an evening in November, I love you with the […]
Boxing day
Boxing day was dark but far away vacationers strolled to the beach when suddenly the tsunami rolled in. They say that first the sea inhaled before the brine crushed bones […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 