Bouillabaisse
Cat-tail wagging bouillabaisse followed by your feline eyes: oyster sipping, lips, champagne hands exploring, slips exploding, dancing while our cat consumes the main course dinner dish. Linked to Magpie Tales.. […]
Monthly Archives: November 2015
My mist of thoughts
I remember words, as pebbles, beads unstringed, as waves of thoughts, impressions leaves and sieved from tarns as silver, moonlight spilled. “You said it wrong. It never was like this […]
As dreams inhaled
Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence darkly sensed, a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched attracted […]
From another war
From hungry soil, from mud of Flander’s field see shell-shocked souls and poppy’s flown, in cries from clay of Sommes, Verdun, from rats and lice from smell of soggy uniforms, […]
Searching for beauty
See bare the branches, boldly starkagainst the ghostly garden rot;it’s lure of leaves have left, to knotsand fits, my fists are folded; darkmy heart is hunger, heckled fromthe clotted clouds […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 