After rain
Iridescent a rain- bowed scent of green. when after rain; sheened in simmered dusk she nests herself besides him, rests still silent, husked and hiding seeds of yes. In flowered […]
Monthly Archives: March 2016
Passed my prime
Passed my prime at fifty-three dividing facts to factoids; I’m factored small between and passed. But if I wait I’m primed and proud again when undivided fifty-nine. Kerry wants us […]
Seasick
Paled, my senses hibernate — a hedgehog nested in my chest still too late to rest. Eternal winter: iced my eyes are blessed in cinder, darkly cried and streaked with […]
The precious jar
The young man hesitated before he left; the house foreclosed was empty, furniture collected, walls repainted, but on the kitchen counter was their jar of batteries; collected; ready for recycling. […]
Images of fire and ice
I By sulphured paths green with moss pits were bubbling hissing sagas. Horses hooves in ash basalt in fumes II. In sheen of swords and warmth of ice, in fleece […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 