A narrow cone of light
My headlamp carves a narrow cone of lightthrough the velvet darkness of the forest’s night,my path is broad and bright, but still, I’m lost,around me, leafless branches wait for frost,the […]
Monthly Archives: November 2021
Nettles
Like the itch that lingers after shortcutstaken through growth of stinging nettles,or the reek of bar-smoke on a jacket collarforgotten in my wardrobeor being brought from sleepto calls from reclusive […]
We Titanic
Wild that word,cast carelessly in outrageis the iceberg to Titanic’s furniturerecklessly careeningacross the first-class ballroom, that word you saidbreeds to ice-cold waterslowly swelling inthe iron-belly of our life; that word […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 