Airport dreaming
Passport? In my jacket pocket, No. I had it before and my ticket somewhere, There, deep in the back pocket of my jeans, where is the gate A-45? “Don’t leave […]
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Still life with apples
No more honey bees no bumblebees no butterflies no flies or moth no buzz of wilderness to pollinate and afterward silent orchard workers climb the trees to gently brush the […]
I knew
When from the sea her wildness blew, Alone I watched the lighthouse shine through crested waves the ship and you, a way to shelter from her lethal brine. Alone I […]
Moonless
This moonless darkness bends the boughs of leaf- less oaks, it smothers wind, it mutes the clocks and burdened with its naught it wraps its icicled limbs around my craven […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 