Vacant lots
The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I’m more at home in the vacant lots. Bob Dylan From somewhere, a wind is blowin’, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
On the lonesome death of Hattie Carroll
Imagine, the same day that King gave his speech of a time and his dream, and reached into minds and beliefs that times were a’changing, out of reach in a […]
A cup of coffee
Desire’s not for coffee but for you in the way you bend your neck that’s not for me but for stars above. You never read a book, but talk of […]
Twist a tangerine
spill a journey bring us lull of shimmer- grins; come bubble-breeze us open shimmer silver- lines on clouds. come un-shadow us un-jar its scent in rose then let’s skip in […]
Burning bridges
Dusk settling Laura lit the oil-lamps they once received as wedding gifts. She wanted to savor a moment of silence before she left forever. Life without Robert would be empty, […]
