Making love on battlefields
Less from the ghosts than from a kiss you lost on me, the cemetery comes to life. It’s warm with cluster bombs. It thaws the blue of lips and melts […]
Monthly Archives: March 2017
Beneath the canopy
Beneath the canopy is grass and daisy words. And there are eyes in eyes forget-me-nots and hand in hand cause she is her and blood grape sun, a shared champagne […]
Fair
Some days are theme-parks: whack-a-moley spreadsheet-crazy, Clown-grin glitzy packed with task-force spinning merry-go-round email action rollercoaster trips, and jackpots in the slot-machines stretching all the way from dawn to midnight […]
Tournesol
I tournesol, my face is glazed in slender rays. In birdsong symphonies days get longer. Come leap, cascade in brooks be willow mild Come snowdrops, crocus spring my heart. Paint […]
Frying eggs
Destiny to many old, too young, the only fold, a manifold, a crease, a cringe disease; this plague’s a blessing of our stolen cars when tarmac’s burnin’ sunbeamed hot. What’s […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 