A glade where grass is warm
The raindrop gently falls but once it’s caught in leaves and grass, his tethered fears, a hymn for spring has faded when the bloom has got its sip, he waits […]
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The cyclops’ night
The night I stared into the cyclops’ eye prepared to die I knelt and bent my head he pinched me by the nape and made me cry and as a […]
Your doom and smothered pleas
Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed. in tear of tears, a gem you saved till last, just like before our monsters bared their teeth: to let us dawdle still, forever […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 