Borders drawn
With borders drawn, on maps and carved through hearts, and barbed with fences, walls and words; it’s the day democracy destroys itself. But you have a choice to close your […]
Category Archives: blank verse
Why still ambiguous?
As branches bends for desert winds, close to breaking, and the weight of what I’ve said is slightly less than my mute retort inside. They send me feathers white of […]
Once he was the morningstar.
Once the morningstar, a harbinger of dawn his skin’s a woman’s, alabaster bright he rose, beloved, outshining other stars His voice, a gospel, tempting, kissed, the sky eclipsed the night […]
My love is stronger when it’s lost.
The taste of love is always green, not tender like the leaves of spring or strong like wind through summer pines. but more the bitter bile you feel in mirrored […]
A savior at last
In sway of sentences and syllables her purple words were thunderstorm and hail, a pitter-patter of a summer rain against the bruises of his tender skin. Words left behind as […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 