Sandman
Whisper me with butterflies lull my skin, giggle, moan me, murmur senseless sleep. Dream me strawberries and cream, sing sunshine in my hair, Be lighthouse, harbor me, Be ship and […]
Monthly Archives: February 2018
River loved
Murmur me with rivers, shiver leaves with breeze, ease yourself in subtle trance dance me gently, sway — play me with your fingertips, lip me, lick me crazed daze my […]
Confirmation carry uniform
Christmas Eve. They knocked the door at four AM. Police, a man, a woman “May we come in?” I knew before they said his name, it’s been too long since […]
Fear is life itself
The taste of fear is schizoid pure and red, a piece of meat, it’s poppies lost and flown from cries in mud and trenches darkly bled. We harvested the fear […]
The story of life
Stairs to stars and in between is strife of climb — as life before we fall. A very short poem for Susie at toads. We write about stairs. — February […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 