Brave against fear
Break its defense, be brave against fear though what’s dear become goosebumps in fog and gnawing of bones though fingers are clawing to open the noose constricting you breath though […]
Monthly Archives: September 2016
A perfect halibut
Before they built success with steel, concrete and glass for cruise ships passing, this was a place for drying cod, for diesel fumes, from hands and rope-burned fingers grabbing beer […]
Ode to the pen
O pen, my voice to open worlds with these poetic links I carve with ink. O pen, my sword to fence, defend, make sense in opening the doors. O pen, […]
Willowed will
Willow me from wont, let be just you and me; let old be gone send silver, gold and let us see, in billows, fields aglow, the way, from habit to […]
Our second sun
It’s the blisters forming, second, sometimes even third, degree; like drinking moonshine or the tom yum gai on swollen tongues. It’s chap of lips. It’s claws extending from the mushroom […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 