Meadowlarks where singing
Twigs and saplings grow to trees and pebbles in my shoe turn into boulders The itch you scratch too long will leave a bloodstain on my sheet. Slandered words in […]
Monthly Archives: June 2015
Nordic Quatrains
The rusty pot at rainbow’s end Plucked of arms and legs My mother’s secrecy Tethered round her fingerbone Her wild raft is set adrift Forgotten is the hungry road In […]
Shadows from far too long ago
When gradually I blend with dancers of the shadowplay with canopies aghast with beasts and birds seeking shelter just like me, a memory. I walk to find a path among […]
Chiaroscuro Masks
Your dreams as shadows of the day it’s cards I kept and never played for scars behind chiaroscuro masks When awake why did I have to ask? I feared a […]
Silent bricks
Silence. Yet another day of hope, another day to clean the counter-tops, the tables and the windows. Eileen wanted it perfect when Mike returned. She touched her wedding-band and noticed […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 