Out by dawn
They always say we can’t stay rooted, that our blood craves travel. Last night our three weeks here were gone; eviction-note, a slap in the face: “Out by dawn” , […]
Monthly Archives: March 2015
Signs of Spring
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
Confessions of my jeans
Why does the fabric in my jeans strain and prickle as from the need of needles? impatient with slips of fingertips of dripping secrets from her dreams of urgent quotas […]
My weight in night
Its weight — my burden, heavy boots still unploughed: the frozen fields, the clay, your ash; a frown of crescent moons: your jealous eye closing like the clams; a woman […]
a cancerous moon
none we see o, come as one as reams on war concern us crimson raw come, o come as caucus names secure a man as sermons answer none unseen once […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 