Lastly a new beginning
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 […]
King-size bed
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 […]
Untitled Dusk
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 […]
Friday with pals
Dancing to spirits and winemaking out with liquor and boozetogether with tankards of beerwe’re free, it is Friday, we are fineexcited to live, smiling and happybut at midnight we’re falling […]
Snow-laden boughs
During the past weekend, the autumn died. Winter entered with winds from the northeast carrying its load of snow born from evaporating the Baltic Sea. Snow has kept falling and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 