Birdsong
From Axis by Octavio Paz The way you’re caressing my earlobe with kittenlike tongue and seeking in tickle of sense to burn me with sun of precision incision in touch, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Looking at tea-leaves
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 You’re not a mirror where reflected, I can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored love or honeysuckle dusk, never soft as dew; but you […]
Veiled songs
Her song had turned monotonous Leyla remembered the first days of excitement when Samir proposed, and she imagined the blue-skied life an ocean away. Now an ocean separated her from […]
Kokopelli’s flute
Carried on winds, a tune, a melody as from Kokopelli’s flute give us hope that thunderheads that grow above the mesa will bless us finally bring us petrichor today and […]
How can dolphins sleep?
How can dolphins sleep since without the sense to breathe — they suffocate. Like the skip of beats in narrowness of hearts, these chests constrict. I watch the undulating ripples […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 