Outhouse scent
A scent of outhouse brings me back to leisured days of youth, to sunwarm gneiss as smooth as ice beneath my bare feet running for seclusion. Its sense is not […]
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Undine
She shimmered hair a halo, cheeks are rosed with breeze with bubbled grin in giggled dance to lull, to melt and make my heart skip beats. In waltz and twist […]
What lawmakers lack
Today I befriended a cloud; we sat by the sea and discussed what lawmakers lack: the distress you can see as ash in their eyes. The cloud told me of […]
The blue house revisited
The sunlight of night is almost the same, and I watch the misty blue of your house, as it glimpses through the branches as I look at its timber impregnated […]
To find what’s sought
In frantic summer urge, insane with bloom when teared in drizzle, hand in hand we meet this evening, kissed in tangerine, not gloom your hair is wilderness, your eyes not […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 