My platform tomb
From sorcerers within: your deadly doom we wilted, waiting for your train to leave. A panting breath we heard its hiss of fumes you clung to life in pain, I […]
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The poison spell
The darkness lurking deep among the pines is that the poison spell that filled your veins? or dead canaries in the depth of mines? The rays to cure became our […]
The emptiness of brine
Digesting the disasters of divorce projected to the whirlwinds in your glass of Chardonnay you sipped alone, the morse of slyish slander, raindrop-rumors pass as morsels left of mother’s Sunday […]
Your icicles
“Let’s mend the bridges – make it as before”, it’s said, it’s out and seconds sway; your eyes suspicious; silence spilled upon the floor in whisper as of ghosts, a […]
Let’s mend the bridges
To let us dawdle- stay forever in our past please let my fingers race and nudge your nape and let the silver moonbeams slice the glass of windows as before, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 