Palimpsest
If I could palimpsest myself — rewrite the manuscript, I would poetry I would paint myself a smile, and wear for you. I would daisy chain and dance forsake the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Pentimento
I try in vain to brush aside con- cussions from my past; those foot-in-mouth occasions when indiscretions jumped as frogs from mouth to skin. Those stomp-on-toe incidnts that comes back […]
No more foghorns
I remember foghorns, scent of salt and how the wind was soaked with rain. In my hometown we knew from childhood that umbrellas are useless in the wind. I remember […]
Witch
Firecrackered — you, be- witched, was burned before you burst in bloom. Doomed a demon — you be- nign; an angel asked to leave, be- lieved to be obsessed. You […]
Paradise sold
When paradise was sold to the highest bidder, the gates were raised for most lacking funds to pay the member’s fee. When gospels have been changed to rules allowing liars, […]
