To be prepared
It took… planning hands sweaty trembling when? where? now!.. But I hesitated once again she’s too young, I have a pimple later when it’s dark. later finally I have security […]
Category Archives: free verse
Signs of Spring
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
My weight in night
Its weight — my burden, heavy boots still unploughed: the frozen fields, the clay, your ash; a frown of crescent moons: your jealous eye closing like the clams; a woman […]
Dreadlocks lost
Knits are not felt quite like pelt Domesticated fabric softened emperor, regally impressing yet yearns for dreadlocks lost & waterlogged existence on meadow grass Today Margret let us be […]
The silent roses
The pavement blooms in Paris, Moscow, Dhaka and in Copenhagen, a fragrance not of spring a sick perfume of sorrow a worm inside my chest, a sickness in the rose’s […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 