Still life from a silent spring
I. Crushed by a boot the marigold’s nectar will never feed the bees. II. Rain flushed through drainpipes will school the one-finned fish. III. After turning up the heat – […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The purpose of our own
With wings unfurled as sapphires, gold and pearls the butterfly has no other purpose than its own: to fornicate and eat and die. but yet the lily offers nectar to […]
Exploring priorities
The explorer cutting paths through thickets swearing at mosquitos wearing his ambition tight, sees too late the importance of a way back. — January 25, 2016
The smile that graced my lips
Dervished, danced to frenzied fall in silvered shadows she’s the hallowed call my past, my future; but today she’s mist. There are days when still, when the softness of her […]
Hush
Yarned to sheets, I’m tethered tight I’m wound around a trigger cocked I’m footfalls in the dead of night I’m horseman-pale, I’m key & lock Today we are repeating prompts […]
