Thirteen ways of looking at blackboards
I. Two lonely lines on a blackboard can be both beginning or end. II. The attar wrung from a rose can be sensed from a poem scribbled in haste on […]
Category Archives: free verse
Tea leaves and leaving
When you are dazed in your shadows of jasmine; how can you tell the tea leaves to settle to telltales? how can you trust tea leaves to know about parting. […]
The gold that was spilled
“I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.” ― Frida Kahlo Cramped in this corset, with aches in my column […]
Until parting
You tornado in tresses of hair as you turn me to madly be falling, be feral, be wild, in an urge to get naked and kindle the fire; We burn […]
Invertebrates
The men who jellyfished their way and tentacled with arid bitter hands on budding breast and butts have left; manured they stood and tried in vain to say: “it’s just […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 