Scent of ice
Do you know the scent of ice? Ice can borrow any color — why insist on grey? Skinning the pond, can this ice carry more than a sparrow’s weight? Have […]
Category Archives: free verse
Sliced banana
The still life of my mornings is one half banana peeled and sliced into my cereal, one sandwich tea and orange juice. I read half the morning paper before unstilled […]
Like a river
The pages of a new book, still unread, is like a river, tentative at first. The aged librarian never reads the blurb but lingers on the foreword he’s basking with […]
Not a fairy tale
He rode the bike of twilight when they met at dusk She was blinded, blissed groomed in grooves of him and rock’n’roll. She was a bombshell, feisty but made pill […]
Peeing at night
I remember many years ago I had to pee at night and got lost inside the house. I stumbled breaking toenails on unexpected chairs while searching for the door. It’s […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 