A glade where grass is warm
The raindrop gently falls but once it’s caught in leaves and grass, his tethered fears, a hymn for spring has faded when the bloom has got its sip, he waits […]
Monthly Archives: May 2015
adamned
Izzy wants us to dance and write what we come up with at toads. I danced a little to Whip It that was a favorite of mine a long long […]
This glowing night of sanguine hips
In glowing nights of sanguine hips, we shed our last maracas tears; to sway away when sun has slipped. From burning cheeks, mascara drips, but doom of dawn is not […]
Going with the goat
Gripping the metal rod a little tighter, Alicia tried in vain to soften the parched dirt. A relentless sun was burning in her neck, and in a basket she kept […]
Commuting
I look for little things: the goslings eating grass, the hues of green that change from day to day, the way the water ripple from the breeze. I listen for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 