My mending
The threadbare fabric of my beingis in dire need of darning, mendingwith its seams unwindingexposing secrets of my lacerated mind;a being bruised with edges frayedin need of hemmingwith bindings strong […]
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Moonlit hunger
From the wild darkness of the moor the howling hound is heard. The moon in its second quarter and follows with its shadow a young maiden running barefoot through the […]
The myth of abundance
When abundance is givenin returnfor sycophant praiseor pardon is givento white collar thievesin returnfor a share of the loot,or when handouts are givenonly to those livingin cookie cut mansionstaken from […]
Waiting for a hero
Her void of nothingnessis an airless roomis nil and zeroand ready to be filledas the perfect vesselwaiting for her heroto fill her beingin a place to nestleto reshape herselfinto something […]
Weightless burden
Pain of bleakness more than greythis November burdens with its weightless mass.My sorrow stomps,stuck in claymaking love on broken glass;daylight reeks from sadness and decay of grass. Bared are branches, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 