The folly of his headstone
With wind-up birds and waterfalls, with marble of the hermit’s cave with silky satin of his shepherdess with crumbling mortar balustrades his mini mansions’s justified by scheming of his pyramids […]
Monthly Archives: April 2015
The tear of tears
Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed the billowed darkness growing as the smoke of sentences, of claws and dragon’s teeth. Our home’s a battlefield, I wander cloaked among the ruins […]
Bluebells
The summer knell – a quiver in the breeze of meadow bluebells, shadow-fighting dusk, when slanting rays caress with drowsy bees, you slowly slip your sense, around the musk of […]
Five-fold brotherhood
I. Boulders side by side a brotherhood when river-water finds a frothy way around – side by side a shelter to provide salmon spawning space. II. Communicating brotherhood with words […]
Ten directions of our wind
I. Billowed by its movement setting sail we paint with wind your hand, an ocean wave. II. Bending backwards like you meet my kiss the sapling meets the wind just […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 