Anemic beats and giant posters
The hard-rock of my child- hood came in small cassettes and giant posters, where blood and printed poses seemed much larger than the anemic beat of my cassette recorder. Still […]
Category Archives: free verse
The name of sky
How to name the sky? Is it friendly, blue, with smiling clouds or heavy solemn pewter grey or black — a forceful fist of hail and snow? Is it sun […]
Crumbling walls
Parched this soil of me — as in the shadow by this crumbling bulwark only nettles bloom. A soul like mine needs dande- lion strength to sing(e); to sprout and […]
Cleaning the house
Every new beginning clings to the edge, of a pivotal moment of regret; for a sorrow that can’t be measured, but carries in itself a weight, like the sickly smell […]
Life and love of Slugman
They were mutants; all with superpowers. Each unique at Xavier’s institute. Having strength of storm and agile bones to stretch, or flesh of fire to ignite at will, they had […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 