Falling
My love for you is not the pinkish softness of a kitten’s paw, it’s not the brightness of a summer solstice, not the nausea of honeysuckled sweetness in June but […]
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May Grey turn into pink
Gray if you may the morning today when it’s Monday is bleak, remember to keep your nose on the grindstone; push forward, deliver and maybe by Friday it’s turned into […]
When the locusts eat your liver it may be too late
It’s not the species dying, lost or extinction in itself, but the locusts, and the pestilence that will follow in its wake that might change your mind (when it’s way […]
When the Bird is playing
Go play it slowly Charlie play it higher, play with birds, play it easy play it snarly for you it’s not been hard to quiver quavers, jam the night till […]
Butter on my fingers being silent
I remember mostly mornings since my grandma didn’t like to cook, the kitchen was the place for endless breakfasts. A room where aunts and uncles sat in morning-gowns while talking, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 