Almost well
The clock strikes twelve and all is almost well I’m close to warm with pillows to console me, as I lay here thinking of what once was dear the vows, […]
Monthly Archives: February 2016
Yellow woods
A road not taken. You always said it was you, not me when you left me in the yellow woods. “We can still be friends”, I said. You smiled, “Of […]
Morning sun
Morning sighed, it beamed and paled its beams on bedroom walls are wails and stains. Awake before she waned and faded echoed with specks of dust she left. This is […]
Blinded by shadows
Backdropped against the blinds shadows played, voices raised and fell, suddenly awake on Aaron rents settee I lay exposed, the walls too thin, when suddenly a gun goes off, and […]
The softest grass
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” ― Mary Oliver There are partings and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 