Forget-me-knots
The yellow in the blue remembers-not the knot inside the fight and nots. it’s never not forget-me-knots. Let’s slip on fingertips what dwells in letters spelled on vellum petals loves-me-not. […]
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This glowing night of sanguine hips
In glowing nights of sanguine hips, we shed our last maracas tears; to sway away when sun has slipped. From burning cheeks, mascara drips, but doom of dawn is not […]
Commuting
I look for little things: the goslings eating grass, the hues of green that change from day to day, the way the water ripple from the breeze. I listen for […]
Boys and worms at 2AM
At 2 AM as shades dissolve; a blackbird gets his worm before the break of dawn. The young man, still alone drink the final drops and crush the empty beer […]
How to choose a destiny
We were the sea and soil, the withered green We were the burning ice and blazing night. But we were crushed by weight of dawn. We were the fragrant rose, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 