Homeward bound
Leewayed – topsail tacked in tradewinds froth with scurvied grins through sun and hail they’re homeward bound a seaman’s heart is leatherbound a book of harbored sins a seaman’s heart’s […]
Monthly Archives: June 2016
Conformance
Whispered you, my fertile spit spearhead in the dead of night, you’re Cthulhu tongued, tied to ember sighs; yet my fingers seek the avocado of your flesh. We’ve built this […]
What lawmakers lack
Today I befriended a cloud; we sat by the sea and discussed what lawmakers lack: the distress you can see as ash in their eyes. The cloud told me of […]
Almost a pity
Hope is such a strange word, it rhymes with elope. That’s apt. But waiting rhymes with hating. Delay and dismay. I pick lint from the collar of my jacket pretending […]
The blue house revisited
The sunlight of night is almost the same, and I watch the misty blue of your house, as it glimpses through the branches as I look at its timber impregnated […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 