The elephant was named too late
The fading started years ago, your wit that withered and in search for words. We were frustrated, but you travelled and made friends, you saw China and Galapagos, you came […]
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Miss takes
I almost made mistakes snaking with my hormoned hands, pretending studness with miss takes; but I fell back to loathsome nerdyness and survived my youth. A second entry on mistakes […]
Ode to bucolic winds
Behold the dawn to blanket me with daffodils; listen you, bucolic breeze, make love and thrive beneath my happy moon; climb every sacred bloom, eat garden poetry in shade, relax […]
Paused enigma
Enigma of my wishes — a star-breeze traced in well of eyes. It’s what’s dwelled behind a silence-veil, the space between one stanza and the next, It’s riddle palimpsests of […]
To read a boarding card
Why should you read a boarding-card? You know the time, you’re checked in and you are early, or maybe just in time for breakfast ‘fore they open to the gates. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 