Burning summer cold
A sticky mongrel-tongue — this summer swelter; I’m roped in the reek of course blankets by a smothering wind; the bare skin of my thighs sticks to the creased vinyl […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The fall and rise of a muse
Labeled a muse, no longer faithful she left a husband to live with the stars, becoming the fifth among four. Was it sympathy for the devil, or sex, drugs and […]
Rejected Suitor
Wax my moon and wane my mind be sparse in words and dense in sighs make cautious sense from careless cold; tune in to minor keys for major change. My […]
Equinox Babies
Midsummer, when we celebrate daylight, in leisure and fulfillment. Candy for kids and kisses for lovers. In festive for friendship, we dance and we drink, we find what we searched […]
Come yet again
You, my lover of leaving, moonchild, woman of rainbow, it doesn’t matter, like a window, closed can be opened. Moon sickle waxing, rain showers, sound of your footfalls; the wind […]
