Learning how to speak
At thirteen I almost killed another boy. If I’d been at school I’d been expelled and sent to juvie. For me it meant a slap on the wrist from coach […]
Monthly Archives: February 2018
When I met her again
This hard cold marble in the deepest pit of my stomach, this acerbic stir of stale beer and last night’s curry this white of knuckles, nails that bites my flesh, […]
Augury birds
Once when hours could be wasted, when seconds were not precious, I could listen to the blackbirds in the middle of a step. I could stop and smile, while running […]
Cindered heart
Dark, this burn of afterwards a glacier growing, vacant void, too drained, too cold is this: my cindered heart. Once it flamed, it blazed for bliss of worth, but ash […]
The last of the acorns
The last of acorns from my stately oak now rests; a poem in my open palm and echoes stories that the summer spoke, it tells of rainbows, storms and evening […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 