Seven years afterward
Seven years: now a message waits, still unread. I recall the warm touch of your hand just before I slipped when soldiers came. I remember how afterwards I searched for […]
Monthly Archives: September 2015
Payrise
His gaze too low beading necklace, trickle-sweat between my breast. My voice reflected, percentages are bouncing on his wolfish grin a “No”. My arguments lie spilled, unheard. Pressure cooker-giggling not […]
Mercy of kajal and coffeewords
Shadowplay of past – my poesy, the streets are sordid rivers of kajal. With tongue still stiff I sip the bitterness of ale and coffeewords, Too scared to leave,too scared […]
enameled dreams
Allegro is a cross, nailed to lips its blood a lipstick smile, a heartbeat less than moonlight. Allegro is November joy, the midnight cheer, the goal in unmade beds, the […]
A sharkwind laced with need.
When the windows to my soul are smashed, by blowing shattering glances, gusts of words — as hail pebbles rolling on the hardwood floor. Doors are closed and locked, chains […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 