River wild
Your foaming funnels, swirls and eddies in rage and laughter river wild and steady Your roaring rapids, falls, cascading water from a trickle born to strength of slaughter. Your voice […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Falling
The falling’s suggestive, a promise of glitter, but after what’s festive you pick up the litter. The falling is heaven, a rush of impressions, you count up till seven before […]
Spring is blue
Spring came late this year, on first of April we still skated, and being indoors have been important, but finally the last ice had melted and a hesitant sun graced […]
Invertebrates
The men who jellyfished their way and tentacled with arid bitter hands on budding breast and butts have left; manured they stood and tried in vain to say: “it’s just […]
Who’s to blame?
Can you blame the sky for being blue? Can you stop the blackbird singing? Can you say that spring should halt and shroud it’s face with snow? Can you stop […]
