Be like Balthazar
Before I knew about the Buckminsterfullerene or Feynman diagrams or even entropy, there was Professor Balthazar. Inventor, superhero, chemist and a physicist. That was Balthazar. I saw myself in Bowler […]
Category Archives: free verse
Dead leaves
Sometimes I dream of of being carcass, corpse, remains Sometimes I dream of dancing with the dead. Sometimes I dream of blood and bones; decay and rot; of being none […]
Tabula Rasa
This poem is a void — devoid of hues or views, a canvas lacking pigment a ballad yet unborn; tabula rasa. This poem is the pewter — stacked and ready […]
Sepia
He dreams in sepia — Like every book is one in many, stories merging; flow of water under bridges, glow of past: she is woman, mother, girl — His past […]
Tears and tickets
Their ticket to leave was their hollow eyes, shrapnel, a toddlers coffin and the black milk served at dusk They left with passports signed by muzzle flames and rape. They […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 