The beachcomber’s wife
The silent halo of a yawning sun dies in muddy, murky afternoon; as orange embers paint the sea. a moaning surge that lick the shore can bear the burden of […]
Monthly Archives: February 2015
The menace of mysterious desks
The whispers from the waiting dust lingers in a thankful smell of faded ornamental objects resting peacefully on shady cloths. Flabby ghosts of Christmas passed place foggy kisses of neglect […]
Fleece his skinless heart
A tumbled clown, alone emitting choking bursts of tears; instilling our laughter. Behind his painted mask, a sealing scab — a scar to be it fills another open wound with […]
Moonless missiles
The night is moonless moaning with a thirst of shadows bruised by hunger of your warm thighs a promise of venom burning on my skin. I know the coordinates of […]
My poetry is dreams
My dreams are tar remaining underneath my fingernails resisting efforts of the brush My dreams are itch right between the shoulderblades where my fingers cannot reach My dreams are news […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 