Close to equinox
In blackbird mornings, with a sweetness greets us in the slant of rays; in licks of sun. When spun at dawn, the bike-path seems as streamed on gold, a necklace […]
Monthly Archives: March 2016
Paying the ferryman
My boat is ready, when they come in groups. Orphans, elderly, unshaven men and teenage girls. The mica in their eyes reflect the river; fear; but in their hands they […]
Sparrows hid
Blue-buried- bruised Ray-banned blonde, she blames her- self even far beyond the reach of knotted hands — clenched to purple fists. “I shouldn’t…“ “He wouldn’t…” yet… Her hands are sparrows […]
brimstone abstinence
Darkly this tempest is blowing listless and compressing midnight to obsidian shards; we’re sworn obsessiveness, doomed in a sootiness of chimneys broken, to icicles hurled against our soil. Dreaded, this […]
Lying hands of mine
Sometimes able, hands of mine could never master minor keys; my hands were way too playful, fingertips on ivory frightened stiffed when touching blackness felt in ebony that only ink […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 