Division deep inside
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. Elie Wiesel We stand divided, not from borders fenced with razor-wires, but fissured deep inside, a river Styx that’s running wild […]
Monthly Archives: May 2017
Scent of chalk and books
I remember benches, scent of chalk and books. We had teachers; I had dreams and pigtails. I remember when they first arrived. Two men with guns, and how they tried […]
In vain I stitched
On the fringe of dreams I gather syllables from scents to sieve and sew and patchwork into quilts and mittens… Awake too late, but harsh this morning light in vain […]
Morning on the metro
In chthonic snaking underneath we’re crammed commuting flesh to flesh; with faces luminent, as if our death: is closer now when brought us fresh a morning when from Manchester we […]
A song of springtime
when sound is honey, music spiced with spring come sing, come spin come bare your feet come dance with me then dusk me gently swirl me dreams spun in honey […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 