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 […]
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Kiss the earth
Have you sensed its scent, how soft it grows with rain how smooth its skin can be? Have you listened to its songs of surf on stones and soil? Have […]
Sandman
Whisper me with butterflies lull my skin, giggle, moan me, murmur senseless sleep. Dream me strawberries and cream, sing sunshine in my hair, Be lighthouse, harbor me, Be ship and […]
Solace is a red balloon
He was six and got a red balloon; his sister got a blue. A day in spring when suddenly … the wind sneaked up behind and stole her blue balloon. […]
Come break this night
Open shadows, breeze me dawn. Rose me clouds and spill the spark to shimmer leaves, a twist of green. With whispered dance, come lull with grins, to bubble-melt and skip-jump […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 