Sonnet for a passing blindness
You are sunshine and the drizzle in November frost in orchards promising a later harvest. You are flowing rivers and the dancing fog at dawn, valleys mountains, you are riddle […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Better than sex
Cindi loved the purring of her V8 and driving fast was far better than sex with Ralph. She pressed the accelerator a bit more and felt her sport car clinging […]
River Heartless
You are river, running wild You are river running high. I’m a footpath rarely walked I’m a footpath, make me cry No cairn is needed, I follow river I ask […]
The lake fairy
My dreamer-ghost, breeze shimmer-grin melt clouds, un-scar be whisper-rose and green be sound of leaves at dawn spill echoes, flicker, drizzle storm journey, cue my breath balloon the spring be […]
Jigsaw dreams
Mostly they are garbage — my dreams — discarded litter left, the pieces of remaining cloudless sky from that jigsaw puzzle I gave up upon. But sometimes dreams are real […]
