Laburnum and rain
It wasn’t the rain that evening in June, but the glare of laburnum, and his arms with your laughter. I watched you move closer; while closing your eyes. It wasn’t […]
Category Archives: free verse
Achilles’ fall
We called him hero, muscles-bulging-stud, stallion, wrestler, runner, hunk of playboy jack of spades, winner and the nation’s hope. … until we saw his heel, the mark of needles, weakness […]
How to be polite
You told me of your rights You told me to be polite to men. When I said nay, you said “obey”. I beg your pardon but — Is it insolence […]
Not vanilla foreplay
Moonlight spilling silver on your double poster bed revealing ivory of your white shoulders under delicate lace and pale linen. Your soft hair is parted to reveal a tantalizing nape, […]
Re: Your updated businesscard
I am Supreme knight of the fictitious spreadsheet. Principal powerpoint scrambler. Head of the pencils and notebooks. Your technician and dreamer. I am First of diluters and tutor in dubious […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 