Thinking of acorns
I try to hold on to the acorn without thinking how gravity pulls it from tree and how it falls into soil, how it hopes to spur roots, to be […]
Monthly Archives: March 2019
Bedsheets
This intimate night is dear to the silver of moon-spill on bedsheets, to the manners of starlight to perfume of sensitive skin; this intimate night has been gifted to us […]
Leather on lace
Gently you claimed me with fire on skin, to fingertips brushing, to sandalwood songs; you guided me slowly to sunrise and sins. Who could you blame if loving is wrong? […]
The day the music died
I take pebbles from the shore and throw them one by one into dying water. From across the bay I hear music playing from an open window. Just like last […]
Swedish Carnival
No parade for us, no flesh of thighs exposed, (it’s way too cold) no dancing in the street (we’re not so bold) no saints or idols on display (we rather […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 