Ode to my briefs
The secretive protector soft cotton — skin the only thing allowed between my manhood and the roughness of my jeans. White as the last heroic snow remaining on the pavement […]
Category Archives: free verse
Pictures of a dead harbor
Like dinosaurs,the cranes are dead bones of vacancies for silent shipyards Their silhouettes remain as carrion birds for signatures in clotted blood, for politics and salaries that’s always lower somewhere […]
Strawberry and linen sense
Sunwarm strawberries smothered softly with the whiteness of the whipped cream, and linen promises. Cellar cold the sweet German wine in narrow bottles is a golden dream of dew-drops on […]
Boiled potatoes
I grew up on boiled potatoes never rice spaghetti was a feast. Boiled potatoes that I peeled carefully to get rid of soil before I let them sail across my […]
Meadowlarks where singing
Twigs and saplings grow to trees and pebbles in my shoe turn into boulders The itch you scratch too long will leave a bloodstain on my sheet. Slandered words in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 