The first of many summer nights
Still, the sky is not completely inked as chocolate skin on licorice, perfect is this, the first of many summer nights. At dawn I’ll wake, and go to sleep again. […]
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Food for thought
This still life still can be a shotgunned swan, both corpse unplucked and food uncooked. Just add some warmth, asparagus and salt, parsley, parsnips, pepper and potatoes; stir to sate […]
Only when you sleep
You carry in your wildness scent of moonlight and in your breath is blossom and the songs of graveyards, you are both the taste of night and awkward singe of […]
Lasagna and blackthorn
One day a year ago we came home with a crockpot, and since it has renewed our cooking. Maybe it has came with age, but I’ve grown to prefer slow […]
On the consequences of asbestos bans
Before we damned asbestos, she was a loyal citizen her lion roar was smoke and mirrors and electro-shock therapy was a simple cure for her less than Vogue appearance. Simply […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 