Ten directions of our wind
I. Billowed by its movement setting sail we paint with wind your hand, an ocean wave. II. Bending backwards like you meet my kiss the sapling meets the wind just […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The whistle blower
Through the soles of my feet I feel the weight of the ore they’ve ripped from the soil. The heavy wheels tell me stories of machinery and guns, of steel […]
A heavy cart
His breath, a heavy cart beguiled with mud so near his journey’s end He’s wigged with ash — his crown has sliced the shade with threads and filaments — a […]
Untethered from the winter’s seal
Like lead: still burdened by the winter’s seal come break it, have the yoke of onus banned With sun’s delight, we say farewell to night a blowing wind, to lift […]
Cherry blossom tears
Bending into blue cherry blossom waits, shy — undressed like you blushing — blessed. With fingers weaved we knew, we saw the tears of spring, clinging ‘fore it fell to […]
