The old Colossus
The old Colossus stands forgotten, a statue stained her copper gown besmirched in green stained in verdigris of poor and exiles lost: the trafficked girls destined for the seedy rooms […]
Monthly Archives: September 2018
Warming up
I’m glacial, I’m frezing please giggle me warmer let’s sizzle together it’s drizzling outside. Spill me the best of those quicksilver grins, I’ll beam you my gems. Web me with […]
Song without words
This is not their final words at dusk it’s not a poem told at dawn, neither sunshine nor the moon It’s unpredictable their river wild, words withheld — smothered rage. […]
Interstellar sailing
When we left the pull of planets — tossed into vacuum of interstellar sailing the chief scientist came down from the upper levels saying that our ship would be our […]
See me, you beholder
As footprints on the beach are washed away, like tears may dry or dreams will die at dawn are memories of streets we walked in rain. “It’s not like that”, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 