Moses
Moses, kitten, cat of cats, white-sock tabby mountain walker, friend and pillow, suburban shadow willing to be leashed. He stayed with us a summer nineteen seventy six his death will […]
Monthly Archives: May 2018
I beg you mercy, moon
Why your fury, sickle-moon? Why sending steel & not spill silver? make good as once it was Why your ruthless voice, dear moon? I beg you mercy, pledge […]
Not even his name
“Fifty years of public service”, my father sighed. His hand moved slowly, tracing the edge of the crystal bowl. I didn’t know what to say. “They couldn’t even spell my […]
A pesky pebble
I once put a pebble into my nose polished, a piece of the sea, one of those lucky-charm-things, best among stones. Inside, it was lost becoming part of my bones. […]
Laburnum and rain
It wasn’t the rain that evening in June, but the glare of laburnum, and his arms with your laughter. I watched you move closer; while closing your eyes. It wasn’t […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 