Ada Lovelace day
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; Lord Byron Creating ways to clockwork math. I left my work to be decoded, by famous men […]
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October sky
Dented pewter-sheets are hanging low, and weigh my brow, it’s neither sunset cotton-candy-fluff of summer nights nor striations carved on indigo. It’s not the thunder- heads of rage exploding ‘fore […]
Five ways to use a mallet
There were caw of crows a fence around the headstone and his broken mallet overgrown with grass. A mallet argument bludgeon better than convinces, maybe silence is a question. We […]
Tethered to your tinsel eyes
Come night and dazzle me with tinsel eyes let silver soak the water; lend the songs of moon and stars; amaze me tender, strong. Massage me soft; let’s dance as […]
Arrangement for eight feathers
I Five feathers at dawn in company with two coins in the paper cup gently squeezed between a beggar’s knees. II. Your shadow is more the apparition of a thought […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 