First night of summer
On the first night of summer You listen to the sound from the neighbor‘s lawn mower while you fire up the barbeque. You feel the soft touch from the first […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Elegy for the last tree
I dream of waterfalls, of rivers and of rain I dream of childhood and my past I dream of rinsing clouds to ease my pain I dream in green and […]
Plum blood
Your plum blood carries bitter sweetness moister than strawberries such cherrylike completeness but its pip hard as teeth — a pain so sweet. 140 character poem for Real Toad Tuesday […]
Opposing mirrors
The more I age, the more I see my father and my father’s father and my mother’s father Like when you see yourself repeated in opposing mirrors I see an […]
Cornucopia
Gather me a brimming basket collect the dew on spider’s web hoard the hoarfrost, amass and store a scent of birdsong, spice of spring, my childhood tadpoles and the sound […]
