Fairer than a fairytale
Once upon a dragon, dressed in silver young and fair, the noble Princess Tinselwi rode to war, to fight the ogre Mooblestink, who ruled the swamp with perjury and slander, […]
Category Archives: free verse
Not yet haunted
The moaning mansion isn’t haunted (yet), no ghosts or ghouls, no poltergeist not a single soul are visiting from a far beyond, Yet the rooms upstairs aren’t empty (yet) Still […]
Where I write
I write — in company of dreams, and squirrels, with an online dictionary in memories of woods. I write — imagining the shape of waves and footpaths marked by cairns […]
She wears Manilo Bhlanik slippers
The creature from the black water tries in vain to hide her webbed feet in second hand Manilo Bhlanik slippers. Otherwise she dresses plain in old sealskin, kelp and ghostnets. […]
Prayer for the last of leaves
October you, come rain and night and blow despair away on tender feet; denounce me first but bring me peace and let me sleep in lucid dreams. October you, come […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 