What was and is
These I have loved:a blackbird singing for the apple blossomsto hail the spring transition into summerend-of-school songs in never ending duskthe scent of new-cut grass and dew on my bare […]
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A perfect man
He knows his worthperfection pricedin the pale reflectionof his golden hair and in the wayhe puffs and strutsArmani suitsa Rolex watchsix-pack belly he believesthat everythinghe touchesturn to gold, a perfect […]
While waiting for the rain
Poetry is a cloudy day in summer,a veiled sun with assurance of rainweightless like a kettlebell resting.It is promise and a riddle,unmoving, stillborn until read,but when spokenwings unfold, a bat […]
After midsummer
After midsummer eve’s celebration I am still a bit nauseous, but it is not like the pounding hangovers of my youth. The longest day used to be the shortest night, […]
Slow dance with summer
Close to summer solsticewe dance to endless songs of birdsblackbirds, willow warblerseven nightingales,it’s a time of endless dusksalmost seamlessly meeting dawn. I remember being awakedancing barefoot in the grassdrunk on […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 