The old man and the oak
My fingers trace the indentations left the letters of forever us — memories of sunshine in her hair, I stand bereft an old man lingering on enemies embedded in the […]
Monthly Archives: March 2015
The night of sunken ships
Deriving death of sunken ships your lighthouse darkened, stormy seas eroding shorelines, bending knees escaping, wallow, bouncing hips your cotton dress was clinging wet in tears, in rain and midnight […]
The cost of a double room
Dear Beloved — according to availability a night in double room with private, sensitive & extensive personal details I present this charitable task bless selected units — seasons to work […]
yet again we believe and vote.
Syllables are clinging to his lips Words slither through the air and bury burdens hide the lies and simplify. His speech diverges from the truth and dribble drops of soup […]
Softness of the moss
For every year Martha shrunk a little. It had been sixty years now; Sixty years since her father changed her future. Every day she paid with prayers in the convent. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 