If we make it through Decemberthrough the blackouts from a failingpower grid, through bombardmentsand the drinking water trappedunder ice, when we can forgetthe scavengers,the neighbor-lootersthe pilfering rapiststhe hounds of winter,the […]
Today I decided to leave I woke up late. It was overcast and as usual, you had already left for the city. I had nothing to clean, there were leftovers […]
No sky – no earthly viewknown by the name of NovemberI find her hot. and of taste; a darling, when breakfast is readyand until dusk sneaks upagain under snow-laden bowsand […]
In the wakeof your absence,a shadow of warmthstill lingers in OURking-size beddevoid of your weight. Awakened,those razor-blade wordsyou hurled when we partedrepeat and repeat,voluminous, vilethey surge my bedroomwith turpitude, darkness,and […]
Neither a drought nor a floodnever battle-worn thoughtnor torn between conflicting targetsnot looking forward to the dawn of tomorrownor looking backnot skiing in the snow below a starlit skynor the […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Björn Rudbergs writings 