November rain
No sun – no moon!No morn – no noon –No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day –No sky – no earthly view (November – Thomas Hood) […]
Monthly Archives: November 2022
This thing with feathers
What’s a featherwithout its wing?Just the last remains,of a raptor’s lunch What are wingswithout its bird?Just the failed ambitionsof never moving south? Is it death? Is this darkness dawn or […]
Werewolves
At dawn, we picked at scabs,struggledto unitch eczema leftby disparities of pastimes,our opposing perspectivesmanifested in contentious words.hurled when werewolfedunder the Cherry Moon. Now, displaced from nightwe lingered, lingermuted and displeasedlacking […]
Night-time, Enigma
Midnight weighs on her wet brow. a massive dread for what morning will bring. His wheezing voice still echoes as she hurries through deserted alleys for a cold mattress and […]
Gathering dust
She was a hoarder, momsaving pebbles and coinsrandom pictures and art.collected, gathered, saved With her glass in my palmI recall the layers of dustonto maps and the chartsfor the stuff […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 