Crossroads
What if I treated every moment as a crossroad to another’s life? Do I really know the pots of gold I’ve missed when I’ve kept walking straight ahead? What if, […]
Category Archives: free verse
Ambergris
Spewed from indigestion of a sperm whale, washed in waves and kelp are ambergris and attar from rose, are musk and frankincense, are sandalwood and cinnamon. These, the basic notes […]
Beauty
Beauty is a prison dressed in pink perfume, , it is stiletto heels on smiling glass-eyed mannequins , it is the Chinese water-torture, disharmony and sugar. Beauty is the soft […]
Incense and innocence
Christmas smelled like tangerine, fire placed and slowly peeled, while waiting in a whiff of resin roast and firewood; and from the woods a hint of moss and mulch. The […]
6:30 on your way to work
No, it wasn’t the rain or the sour scent of unwashed wool, it wasn’t the stinging sound of strangers making up on mobile phones. No, it wasn’t tiredness of Netflix […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 