They served the black milk of the past
They came at dawn, benevolent with promises with open hands, and buses, candy-smiles, separating fathers from their wives sisters to the left and brothers to the right before they served […]
Category Archives: free verse
They stole the night.
Once — before they stole our night to sell the sky to trade the blue and stars of nebulae and moons, our sleep. for overalls and days of gray. They […]
Judgements
Imagined imperfections the cellulite are shadows cauliflowers even on the best of skins. Heavy breasts are sagging, hanging or maybe way too small or not enough. Imagine it was perfect. […]
Solstice sky
undulating gold — your hair a blooming field of solstice and rapeseed bloom your eyes — a sky without a cloud limitless perfume wild roses bloom your song is wheels […]
A jealous breeze
A jealous breeze whispers, moving through the blinds Sun drawn patterns dance across the floor Echoes fill this dreaded room, those whining words that whip and tousle hair. I miss […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 