belladonna eyes
this cigarette butt crushed — perfume still lingers belladonna eyes to tick-tack of stiletto heels why lipstick on my collar? Linking late to Poetry Pantry — December 10, 2017
Monthly Archives: December 2017
Sheep and gnus
See how they leap; rows of sheep — as my sleep slips by. Please tell how ewe supply can grow and not slow while bedclothes strangle I’m mangled and wrangle: […]
Wet wadmal
Winter walks with weight of wet wadmal; somnambulism from dawn to dusk, shoulder-hunching in sweat-scent of the crowded trains, Winter is pale faces focused; illuminated in sheen of smartphone screens […]
Peeing at night
I remember many years ago I had to pee at night and got lost inside the house. I stumbled breaking toenails on unexpected chairs while searching for the door. It’s […]
Icicled
Stockholm in december, frozen. Silence eating her. Icicled she stirred her tea. Just a week ago she’d felt selected. Unique. Her dreams were coming true. Only the audition first. She […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 