Windlashed
In windlashed rainwe bendto struggle windwardfor ideas,new perceptions,to connect the reasonwith its cause;so when we findthe doors we knowmuch betterthan before. Today I host Open Link at dVerse, and as […]
Still there’s life
Time is passinggentlymeasured by the wilting,by the sweetness of decayand by colors fading. Time is leavingstep by stepby lovers clingingto the scentpreserved as bookmarksin books forgotten. Time will stopby flowers […]
His unmarked grave
Beneath a willow, unmarked graveremembered in the winter’s shadowby an aging raven in the tree once a vibrant maiden, waitingfor her soldier left to die somewherebeneath a willow unmarked grave […]
Mysterious Moon
Like the moon, you saidabout mewithout giving it context, and Itoo wary to probe, started to wonderto wander between differentreasons;was it my coldness as snow?or was it becauseI was only […]
Would be Blind
Your skin would be braillefor my wandering fingertips,your lips, elbows,the nape of your neckwould tell methe quivering story morethan the smile on your lips. I would listen to sighsevery beat […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 