Lace and Ghosts
We went from ethernessto othernessthe instant when a singlecareless word dis-rupted our feeble truce,a single word to open chasmsto let the secrets out; and promiseswere torn apart, the giftswe burned […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Might of moon
Moon, myglowing princess,queen of sparkleduchess,lady mighty mirror.Moon, mymatriarchal empressof silver luminescencepainting pathsacross the ocean.Moon, mymistle-mistress,tinsel-temptresssoft seductressmoaning might.Moon, Iset with youmy sterling sailsacross a sea of night. The word for the […]
Wilted chaos
In the bottom drawer of his desk he keepshis pieces, parts,,and scribbled shorthandnotes and fragments,pebble-thoughts and pearls They are clamped togetherwith infernal shopping listsfor celebratory dinnersonce eaten by his deskin […]
Uncharted
I was born while stillthe world had a few unchartedpieces, parts less knownexcept as shadows, by a name,by a history of polar expeditionsby its ice, its rocksby being far away:my […]
Cityscape fragments
ICars, passing, their headlightsilluminating the cadaverof autumn’s last hedgehog. II.Left on the sidewalkthe butt of a cigarette, lipstick-stainedpart of a shopping list (unreadable)faeces from a mid-sized dog, IIIIn her wake, […]
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