Breeze becomes you
Breeze becomes you as my cue to breathe: to melt; it opens shadows lulls and spills me rose-clouds; it shimmers green; it grins and sparks. … and like words we […]
Monthly Archives: November 2016
Fear of silence
Between each breath there is still- ness as from death; a gentle kiss of feathers falling. As a partridge might pretend it’s wounded to protect its chicks, I listen to […]
Life is not a game of chess
You say it’s easy, in the way a game of chess can be a choice of mate or draw, you pray for victory and to my shame. I wish for […]
Fat cats
Fat cats, do you really care for anything but you? How people die? And you — have you ever seen how bare a wall of gold can be, how blue […]
Curse upon your night
Damn you Philistines, woe you harlots of Gomorrah, you kings and queens of sharp sodomic salt. I wish upon you flocks of rabid locusts nesting in your hair. I send […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 