Commuting
I look for little things: the goslings eating grass, the hues of green that change from day to day, the way the water ripple from the breeze. I listen for […]
Category Archives: free verse
Still(ness)
Still(ness) (Di)stilled – your sunhat rests in perfect harmony with my umbrella. Cause formaldehyde replaced my blood your ash is scattered and has stilled the waves. Still your sunhat rests […]
The fabric of the veil
Where night is just a veil, stretched between an endless dusk and the break of dawn I rest with fabric stretched across the sky and drink the arctic air, the […]
Boys and worms at 2AM
At 2 AM as shades dissolve; a blackbird gets his worm before the break of dawn. The young man, still alone drink the final drops and crush the empty beer […]
a wake @2 AM
My dreams just died @ 2AM. Sheet-entangled, pillow-crushed fluorescent-number-blinded tick-tock-clocked-aware bewared my thoughts are grinded into grime. @2 AM my mind is dwelling-dancing, mumble-fumbling for illusions, gasping-gripping in delusions and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 