Scattered
Stockholm four PM and almost dark. My Iphone vibrates. The caller-ID begins with +49, that’s Germany. Who of my siblings could it be? Lila maybe. “Hello, who’s it?” “Is this […]
Monthly Archives: January 2018
Barefoot
Have you walked at night through endless labyrinths of mirrors, guided by a sleight of hand? Can you recognize deceit from made up sorcerers? Do you think infinity exists anywhere […]
Growing pains
This poem still wears braces has scraped knees wears its hair in ponytails, it skips and hopscotch; smiles at rosebuds, cries in anguish. This poem dreams of growing up to […]
The random spectre of staying
Poem me with milk and honey, whisper marigold and pansies, sing me scents of sunny. Poem me in ash and charcoal, ink my veins with venom, sting me silly, close […]
Why I wake at night
Desired….. you, this dawn and dig- nity ignored, when promises are sylla- bled for firework and oleander tongues, cause this little death is when the clamshells close and lips are […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 