November love
I carve the dusk with broken nailsI claw at lack of light, I crybetween my death and fever dreamswith soil in soul and ash to blazein embers of regrets, I […]
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The secrets of two-o-one
His folly are is his hidden carnal books,with sentences of craving thirst, of flesh and skinof napes and necksof night and silk,of everythingthat makes him mannot librarian. These words of vile he […]
Five days before All-Saints
The street lights reflecting in the wet asphalt and leaves cannot penetrate the deeper shadows beside the foot-path. We walk in silence as I think of my childhood, both my […]
Left
Left behinda little letter signed; I’m left bereft; I’m singed; I’m scorched; I’mleft begone and you for me a river drieda trickling tributary lost;my heartbeat slowingsluggish bogged, I sinksubmerged I think I loved your liesbefore. […]
Flight over New York at twilight
From the mireof my dainty day-dreams,are my snow-flakeswaxing tentacle-tender snarlingas slowly as the pleasure of pain. Behold these my lucid farrows, eluding the grappleof my waning graspas pearls from tissue,mud-born prickling,piercing the wild […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 