Another name for terror
They said that after the grenade, colorless a silence crawled, odorless through dusty streets through rooms, where many still in sleep; suffocated with their lungs collapsing children, women, men. And […]
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Superhero
I make the sense in scent, from butts and tips, from cigarettes and dogs from bloom and bloomers to unveil what’s underneath. A lipsticked stub might stink a story of […]
Ode to a mighty man
O mighty righteous man who rule this world You sense what’s right or wrong, and all our facts are yours to bend or keep in secret furled. O humble, gentle […]
I care for carvings
I cannot count each layer laid, on the back of bark, from rise of sap, for every year a ring for every spring I’ve grown. I have seen the aged […]
Ghosts of green
Spring me, dance me melt me twist-skip, curl in grins. Balloon a shimmer spilled from giggle-whispers sparked in jars of rose-dawn clouds. Come light — you scarlet cue; breeze me […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 