You might have been a carrot (unless the rabbit had you for dinner)
You, magician pulled a carrot from your chapeau-clack and boastfully declared that the flawless rabbit that you wished to see is not a carrot but a lustful apparition of a […]
Monthly Archives: November 2019
Painful perfume
How petals of roses been wrung for its sensitive oil How apples been bruised, and plants been beaten to dust How ambergris carved from intestines of whales been blended with […]
Moon-smile
When darkness has harnessed my heart in its talons of fright; when blackness has nested itself as ache deep in my stomach; when November displays its terror as angst; my […]
A-buzz
In the grass-sea a-buzz with the flies growing fat on the faeces and corpses the vultures have left, I gaze at the battle-field sky, carelessly blue — the same as […]
Virtue of rest
My garden rests naked. Heavy, laden with rain, autumn-drained from its growth and summer-serfdom of daylight from the restless chlorophyll mechanics grinding green through its roots and its limbs to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 