Reading spines
His finger traces spines; blind he reads the gilded letters embossed as braille he’s forming stanzas in his mind. Heart of darkness, beating. Wanting. Craving fleur de mal. But the […]
Monthly Archives: January 2017
weightless dreams of winter’s past
any journey starts not with the initial step but through fantasy in finding inner blessings purpose of a life in a travel companion living with planning tracing paths with fingertips […]
Damned be potatoes
They say, for farmers, the weather’s always bad. Too much rain, too hot or way too cold. But I, the miller, always got my share. Farmers used to come to […]
Curve of hope
The curve of hope is blue it’s winter lips in need of kisses, or the egg that broods for warmth delight of hatch in new beginnings. Hope craves resolution, gait […]
Melt me (c)old
Scar my sparks, you clouds spill death in shadow-breath, ice-breeze withered leaves twist bloom from roses, grey my garden’s green, dance me broken glass; dull my shimmer, lull me blind. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 