On the edge of spring
Spring is water, sluggish creeks decaying scent of leaves the winter left, persistent drizzle, tears on cheek, but soon it’s green — spring is best. Linked to dVerse OLN where […]
Monthly Archives: April 2018
When even crows are silent
This weather is a nothingness of grey — More fog than rain, a moist defying pull of gravity that clings to skin with silky tentacles as adamant as pestilence; this […]
The tinnitus curse
From trenches rise the blood of thousand tongues; a coral drawn from ash and crumbled lungs. When caged the mining birds have ceased to sing no feathered warning trills with […]
Holy Madness
I heard on radio about Jerusalem Syndrome: a madness gripping visitors: dressing up in hotel bed sheet and makeshift sandals giving sermons in the tongue of John the baptist or […]
Nighthawks
Three AM at the singles’ bar on the edge of closing — like lilies on a coffin with neon pale faces reflected in the eyeless glass, a young couple make […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 