Whenever possible, keep it simple (like a coffin-nail)
There’s nothing quite as simple as a coffin-nail. A dead unwanted piece inert and sharp that does its job encasing what was once the life the moving limbs, the sins. […]
Monthly Archives: February 2016
Marooned
From sulking waves — in aftermath of words, I’m left marooned. Once before we weaved the seas. We whispered tender words. Waiting – lulled complacent dulled we never saw we […]
Sweet bastard
You’re banned from these, my shores, sweet bastard if you ever dare again, to snake your way into my bed I’ll pierce you, have you nailed, harpooned, and leave your […]
The dragonfly and I
Below the willow’s bough we hid from warmth, a dragonfly and I. I whispered words, and danced amid the leaves with emeralds as eyes, that day she lulled me softly […]
Vinyl seats in summer
Once, when days were passed in backseat view of spruces, boughs bending darkly over gravel roads, The sun became a stroboscope sharply glimpsed through pines. Car-seat vinyl mock-weave patterns imprinted […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 