The silence afterwards
This is not poem but a cloud trying hard to be, a dragon or an elephant, and what matters most is the silver lining and what’s blue behind. This is […]
Monthly Archives: February 2018
Raincheck
You ask me to describe the scent of fear, and I blush ashamed. For some it’s a fragrance red and bloodstained, other say it smells of ice and snow. Fear […]
Palimpsest
If I could palimpsest myself — rewrite the manuscript, I would poetry I would paint myself a smile, and wear for you. I would daisy chain and dance forsake the […]
Pentimento
I try in vain to brush aside con- cussions from my past; those foot-in-mouth occasions when indiscretions jumped as frogs from mouth to skin. Those stomp-on-toe incidnts that comes back […]
No more foghorns
I remember foghorns, scent of salt and how the wind was soaked with rain. In my hometown we knew from childhood that umbrellas are useless in the wind. I remember […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 