Pripyat, Ukraine
Footfalls groaning gravel crushed; moan of wind and crazy doors… In spring the dandelions break through crumbling bricks as mortar dust to death. Where once were windows, stares the empty […]
Category Archives: free verse
Lunatic dancing
Sometimes the moon gets bored of staring in the sky and wants to eavesdrop on humanity. She Icarus to earth and walks around to spy on us. You might have […]
Falling in love
To fall in love is lack, a loss of gravity; the weightless sense of jumping from a cliff without a parachute. To fall in love is windswept hair and bravery […]
It’s how I poetry
I wrap my words with bows, to ribbon syllables to sentences; to sense and singe, a silk-surprise (whispered) fire- placed; both summer Christmas and your birthdays late in May. it’s […]
Everything and nothing
He knows by heart of apex moments, battles and the cusps of past, not from life or death but from the pinnacles of books and voices only he have glimpsed. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 