Pentimento
I try in vain to brush aside con- cussions from my past; those foot-in-mouth occasions when indiscretions jumped as frogs from mouth to skin. Those stomp-on-toe incidnts that comes back […]
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No more foghorns
I remember foghorns, scent of salt and how the wind was soaked with rain. In my hometown we knew from childhood that umbrellas are useless in the wind. I remember […]
Falling asleep (finally)
The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night and far the way a screech-owl hails my night. She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams her silver breath […]
Barefoot
Have you walked at night through endless labyrinths of mirrors, guided by a sleight of hand? Can you recognize deceit from made up sorcerers? Do you think infinity exists anywhere […]
Growing pains
This poem still wears braces has scraped knees wears its hair in ponytails, it skips and hopscotch; smiles at rosebuds, cries in anguish. This poem dreams of growing up to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 