Returning to market
Come sweetheart, come look at my lemons pay if you may with your pumpkins and smiles because only for you I’ll be clement, you are the honey to sweeten my […]
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The smile of a man-boy
When forgetfulness-green shrouds ash-songs of trench-muddy soldiers, When gangrene and blood’s been ploughed, and sown into wheat, may we, beholders, remember when breaking our bread the smile of a man-boy […]
The River
It still makes me cry to remember the fear of us of staying of being bound bleakley to soil, tethered somewhere where it’s greyer, with only the bliss of our […]
Battlefield green
In the year of the dragon we saw spring turning ashes of war into battlefield green; we listened to wheels from the gravedigger’s wagon drowning in nightingale’s song; we slept […]
Lies of a dice
Every dream is a cross-road where the pilgrim in you is offered the choice between dragon and mice or whetstone and knife and you’re given advice from the lies of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 