Strawberry and linen sense
Sunwarm strawberries smothered softly with the whiteness of the whipped cream, and linen promises. Cellar cold the sweet German wine in narrow bottles is a golden dream of dew-drops on […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The koi is floating belly up
When summer’s sky is ripe with pungent crows in pull of henchmen’s ropes and for your whims I paint our world in blue; your voice, a noose around my neck, […]
Boiled potatoes
I grew up on boiled potatoes never rice spaghetti was a feast. Boiled potatoes that I peeled carefully to get rid of soil before I let them sail across my […]
Meadowlarks where singing
Twigs and saplings grow to trees and pebbles in my shoe turn into boulders The itch you scratch too long will leave a bloodstain on my sheet. Slandered words in […]
Nordic Quatrains
The rusty pot at rainbow’s end Plucked of arms and legs My mother’s secrecy Tethered round her fingerbone Her wild raft is set adrift Forgotten is the hungry road In […]
