Of Butterflies and snowmen
Words are butterflies torn to pieces in the winter storm. Words are shattered glass barely mended using superglue. Words are milk remaining overnight and gone sour Words are snowmen thawing […]
Monthly Archives: February 2015
Till death do us part
Shattered, broken, alone now. Rooflight sunbeams burning echoes from his voice: “Bitch” he had been pounding with his words again — again “Why did you smile at Earl?” or was […]
My love is stronger when it’s lost.
The taste of love is always green, not tender like the leaves of spring or strong like wind through summer pines. but more the bitter bile you feel in mirrored […]
She should be where her children play
She sits outside in rain and snow with cardboard cup to tell us how she left her family behind to feed them from the coins we throw. But people pass […]
No Mint Julep for Rufus
Face the color of ripe plum and starched shirt plastered to an obese body. “It’s time for my mint julep” Rufus voice broke into falsetto cutting the afternoon silence. He […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 