Thyme
There is a soft scent of thyme when I walk barefoot through the garden crushing tender leaves. They may spread like weeds but late in summer with its purple flowers […]
Monthly Archives: May 2015
Of voids and vapid words
From voices of insistent waves and from a fragment of your sleepless sea we built on clay and bones this bloodless emptiness — our house behind a veil of my […]
Constellations of your breath
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, […]
The color of water
I dreamed about water; my stomach was a dead horse, my breath a heavy cart. I dreamed of water free of salt. I dreamed of springs. I dreamed. Then I […]
In fear of labernum
When faced with a poem in school, I giggled in boyish bravado “how stupid: a man is a wind and kissing the blood from her skin he’s stealing a girl […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 