To Juliet
My skin is not translucent and is stretched to hide your venom in my veins, but when I smell your hair or see the forests in your gaze, the perspiration […]
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Seaward Ho!
At first, you see him aged and grey his beard unkempt, his tie is stained with tea, but still, he asks politely “How may I help you, dear” he is […]
There is always a sequel
You may think, that in the end when Scrooge had changed that all was good; when even Tiny Tim declared, “God bless Us, Every One!” we may relax … but […]
Marleys come calling
Dead — as a door-nail reflecting flicker of wildfire-glow; may we still hope that the ghosts of the Marleys might call on Scrooges to teach them that money burns better […]
Proposal
Don’t tell me it’s maybe No darling, please baby You must not say no don’t go that low Come holler and yell much closer and tell in barks, boom and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 