Vanitas
I see in bones and marrow, broken skulls and crimson ink on parchment scribbled: words in vain repeated songs of harrow; cull of reaper: blood on pillow, chest that hurts. […]
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Diplomacy
With passion you might argue yes or no or claim the world is either black or white. With voices raised we’re screaming “I am right” and we forget the “why” […]
To find what’s sought
In frantic summer urge, insane with bloom when teared in drizzle, hand in hand we meet this evening, kissed in tangerine, not gloom your hair is wilderness, your eyes not […]
Being marbled
His hands were worst, pretending softness gently just before he formed my ribs. At least the rocks were honest, my womb of sorts, the secret script of being marbled me, […]
Peace of gravel
Once a gravel caught inside a soldier’s shoe became a wound, that snowballed into pus and soon his gangrened limb, was cut, and thus the butterfly effect from stones was […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 