Saturday morning
Your voice tastes saffron, cardamom and green, as you whisper secrets in your sleep. I dreamed of strawberries but at the break of dawn your eyes were symphonies, a taste […]
Category Archives: free verse
Oolong tea
“Is the library like woods or sea? Do books resemble trees or waves?” Maybe they are both, the aged librarian ponders as he stirs his Oolong tea while sifting through […]
My home’s my castle
From floor to ceiling bookshelves and a fireplace. words for healing with a glass of wine and jazz. My house is poetry. I am warden of its books and garden, […]
The prisoner
I’m prisoned – cringe at pasty faces, grins and hate from fellow inmates, noise of jailer’s lock and key. serving stew at dawn. Exotic roaches, rats and worms. are company […]
There are secrets that you know
I used to keep a diary for travels where I noted down each Kodak moment snapped. It’s a hard covered notebook; grey textile, lined paper (but lacking margin) where I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 