Pride
It’s not your mirrors but the way you pout your glossy lips and toss the shining tresses of your hair. It’s not your gold but the way you flaunt your […]
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Kershak’s crushed pride
Deep within his eyes, well a silenced call, tears for felled mahogany, waterfalls, and nimble fingers picking lice. His gaze upon you, singes as your fingers touch the sacrifice, the […]
A cross to bear
A cross to bear my name, unfur(l)s to winter hibernation and unprovoked aggression, To be is not the bee as honey stings — when stolen from your nest. Or with […]
Softness of the moss
For every year Martha shrunk a little. It had been sixty years now; Sixty years since her father changed her future. Every day she paid with prayers in the convent. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 