Summer sibilance
After summer solstice nothing moves — as inexhale of duskthe mock-orange scent exhaustseven the summer sibilance of two cantankerouscrows slowly falling asleep. Today I host at Open Link Night at […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Green of sea
I still recall your eyesand how I saw the green of sea dwelling swelling deep insidethe night you said: “I sense the salt againmy skin needs brinemy hair craves kelp to swirl I […]
Perfecting crust
It’s pathetic really, but I blame our pandemic restriction, having to work from home, I become a villager, walking around the neighborhood watching the same gardens slowly changing from winter […]
Love of the rainbow
My love for the rainbowis not because it promisesa pot of goldfor me to grasp alonebut for its way to cuddle young and old. My love for the rainbowis drawn from […]
Listless
This doldrums,this sluggish seaswaying in monochrome conundrum — breezeless breathlessbeatless. I drift without direction,watch the seamless shift from sea to sky — sleeplessspinelesslistless. I’m weary worn.When suddenly the thunder drum-rollsrocks my boat — recklessrootlessshorelessI’m more alive. […]
