On the consequences of asbestos bans
Before we damned asbestos, she was a loyal citizen her lion roar was smoke and mirrors and electro-shock therapy was a simple cure for her less than Vogue appearance. Simply […]
Category Archives: free verse
A keeper of the past
In spring the aged librarian sees in books the bloom; that from the words a growth of pansies and peonies, of columbine and blue forget-me-nots, and there are daisies, daffodils […]
(r)evolution
Does it matter afterwards that objects in mirror are closer than they appear? We drove and never cared. When they came, they sneaked upon us from behind, and left us […]
Soul of the underground
Underneath my fingernails a promise caught: for saplings,seeds and bulbs for growths and green for spring for what I dug in fall: A growth from soil (decay and death) form […]
Themselves alone
Despite the fact that Echo was the perfect mirror of her lovely voice, singing praise, Narcissus only fell in love with mirrors that could echo pictures of himself. And so […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 