What a Sunday walk can do
With words, their weapons sharp, they challenge truth they let us breathe the brimstone fumes (their views) they pick the facts apart, misusing youth- full energy, they poison food and […]
Monthly Archives: October 2015
Once he was the morningstar.
Once the morningstar, a harbinger of dawn his skin’s a woman’s, alabaster bright he rose, beloved, outshining other stars His voice, a gospel, tempting, kissed, the sky eclipsed the night […]
The Jury and the Judge
Cobwebbed Bakelite, his hands are skeletal receiver heavy, weighted with the lead of words he never should have said. A vow, for this? The telephone is black and tick-tack of […]
Simplicity of love
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, […]
Stay the night or …
“You want to stay the night, or … ?” I recalled the motel-manager’s question. What else than staying? There was a mirror above the king size bed, and there were […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 