Departure time
He wore sunglasses. Suit but no tie. The pub was empty and he approached the two men in the corner. ‘You can call me Ulsterman’ Gordon extended his hand to […]
Monthly Archives: January 2017
He can only speak in poetry
He always thought that bridges could be built as essays (unabridged). That if he listened — after- wards he’d be allowed to speak his mind. “It’s like crossing ridges — […]
Dandelion eyes
High on saccharin, placebo sugar-rushed she’s dancing close to paper- moons; she’s burning cold from ink-washed stares. Her hands are skies and kites, she calls for crows on naked boughs. […]
A silent boy
I was a quiet boy who liked to draw, construct, create. Often I withdraw from my boisterous baby sister who filled the rooms with shrieks and laughter. But left alone […]
On Lucifer’s slipstream
X-rayed by your razor eyes, bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled, curse me blind with whimpered cries. I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled I feel you, come and hang with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 