Looking at tea-leaves
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 You’re not a mirror where reflected, I can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored love or honeysuckle dusk, never soft as dew; but you […]
Monthly Archives: May 2016
Veiled songs
Her song had turned monotonous Leyla remembered the first days of excitement when Samir proposed, and she imagined the blue-skied life an ocean away. Now an ocean separated her from […]
Kokopelli’s flute
Carried on winds, a tune, a melody as from Kokopelli’s flute give us hope that thunderheads that grow above the mesa will bless us finally bring us petrichor today and […]
How can dolphins sleep?
How can dolphins sleep since without the sense to breathe — they suffocate. Like the skip of beats in narrowness of hearts, these chests constrict. I watch the undulating ripples […]
Incense of us
The way you sway and muslin cling on hips is sweet, infatuating inducing incubus insanity Come love succumb to me! Come succubus! In sense of scent (not innocent) we’re more […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 