The year of Chernobyl
I remember the the year of Chernobyl; the silent drizzle glazing my skin, how the spring seemed greyer, the greenery sick. I remember the year of Chernobyl how mushrooms and […]
Monthly Archives: June 2018
Twilight glint
My love is not a butterfly or rose, she’s neither soft as silk nor summer’s breeze, no goddess ever wore such dreadful clothes and if she sings I’ll plead “Oh […]
First of August 2023 at the Met
“Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please”. The young guide leads us through the hall of artifacts from human atrocities. There are instruments of torture to the left: an iron maiden, […]
Not being a beast
I always seek shadows of June but get lost in December searching for sunshine. I never stay up until midnight but read wolf hour poems at dusk. If you ask […]
Time is finite
Time is neither the passing of persons, nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay. Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking carefully measured in sand. nor the carcass of hogs […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 