Listen to the gardener
Any gardener can tell you that weeds are windborn or they come in hiding with the plants you bring from nurseries. Any gardener will tell you that the walls are […]
Category Archives: free verse
Neutrality of moon
The moon has no opinion but I wonder if the klansmen see it more in white than silver. The moon can just observe the burning torches and reflect without our […]
Sonnet for a passing blindness
You are sunshine and the drizzle in November frost in orchards promising a later harvest. You are flowing rivers and the dancing fog at dawn, valleys mountains, you are riddle […]
Jigsaw dreams
Mostly they are garbage — my dreams — discarded litter left, the pieces of remaining cloudless sky from that jigsaw puzzle I gave up upon. But sometimes dreams are real […]
Are you coming soon, my love?
I’m wind who rattle bones, I’m rain & hail, the bend of boughs the sluggish eddy in the river dark. I’m the grin on strangers & the growl of rabid […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 