Night Vision
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
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Smothered, Missed
I miss the heavensof a boldly shaded skyI miss the glow of sunsetswith hues of rose and tangerineinstead, I idlesmothered underneaththis rotting gloomof thawing dusk.I miss the glassy sheenof snow […]
Carry
The ghost in the burbs swaggers and carriesthe rifle he used in the shooting when killingthat guy ogling the girl he intended to marryhe carries the burden of blood finding […]
At winter solstice
Dressed in icicles, winterin my bearda sickle-moon aboveand spruces dressed in snowtells me maybe, deathwill wait another year. Zen poetry with Grace at dVerse. I have always held the belief […]
S:t Lucy’s lights
We huddled in the December darknesswhen from far away a gentle songripped apart the wintry moody starkness,we raised in chorus, sang alongand with our song came candles, lightto fill the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 