After afterwards
It’s after afterwards. All is still and silent; memories have skin of frost. He had waited by her side; first through sickness and later by her headstone, They had been […]
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The last days of the library
Even as the walls have crumbled, in the final days of our Atlantis, the aged librarian can breathe in company of books. He’s calm among the thought of elders. among […]
Another name for terror
They said that after the grenade, colorless a silence crawled, odorless through dusty streets through rooms, where many still in sleep; suffocated with their lungs collapsing children, women, men. And […]
Habitat
When time is stretched too t-h-i-n it doesn’t break but waits, and purrs … as if to say: you cannot win unless you travel with the speed of light to […]
Superhero
I make the sense in scent, from butts and tips, from cigarettes and dogs from bloom and bloomers to unveil what’s underneath. A lipsticked stub might stink a story of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 