Air and us
This night — starstruck cold Alone and bared we stare; sky in palms swaying silenced for its symphonies: we and air. You egg me darkly — play on puff of […]
Monthly Archives: March 2018
Feathered perspectives
You painted novel ways to look at feathers as you and me through blackbirds are together. where shadows moving can be birds or dreams If hope is feathers, blackbirds too […]
Anemic beats and giant posters
The hard-rock of my child- hood came in small cassettes and giant posters, where blood and printed poses seemed much larger than the anemic beat of my cassette recorder. Still […]
The name of sky
How to name the sky? Is it friendly, blue, with smiling clouds or heavy solemn pewter grey or black — a forceful fist of hail and snow? Is it sun […]
A road less traveled
A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”, “What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”. “And sorry, I could not travel both”. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 