Silent headstones
The moon has already wrapped itself in silver clouds; the branches of the bared canopies, like sooty filigree, are skeletal hands waving in the mournful breeze. An owl hoots. I […]
Monthly Archives: August 2019
Morning Reflections
Morning water-mirrored, mountain appearation seems reversed unless you know what’s up or down; like when you read the morning paper reflecting if the world (and its words) has turned the […]
Apples and wind
October tiptoed over too gently, bringing the fall while kissing his apples to red, singeing leaves into scarlet and rust while in yellow she rose him from sleep with fog […]
Cavemen
Jed opened another beer for his brother Johnny tying an apron around the portion of his belly that once held his waist. “Barbecuing… that’s man’s work… ever since the caves, […]
Two bodies
Two bodies are neither timeless nor the pair of pebbles on a lonesome shore being ground into sand. Two bodies are neither winter dusk nor the warmth of bed sheets […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 