Your words: perfume
We are like oaks and let our roots entwine; when winter claws, untethered teeth are bared, our hearts beat slowly; closed are chests and shrines. We’re waiting, wishing that our […]
Tag Archives: promises
Of Butterflies and snowmen
Words are butterflies torn to pieces in the winter storm. Words are shattered glass barely mended using superglue. Words are milk remaining overnight and gone sour Words are snowmen thawing […]
Till death do us part
Shattered, broken, alone now. Rooflight sunbeams burning echoes from his voice: “Bitch” he had been pounding with his words again — again “Why did you smile at Earl?” or was […]
Like sipping a Pastis
Rolling from his lips, those dreams like sipping your pastis of milky wormwod bitterness. But bending backwards you still meet his promiscuous promises of afternoons – anonymous in Rive Gauche […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 