Spirit of spring
Rose-breeze shimmer spill the spark open shadow-clouds ajar, journey far. You melt my heart. whisper ghosts away and breathe to soothe my scars lull the cue to curl my toes. […]
Category Archives: free verse
How confidence can crumble
I miss the days when girls would giggle in my presence as I flushed, embarrassed; I miss how my intestines wriggled; when mortified I searched. for pimples, or an open […]
The library remains insane
When first entering the library, with your shadow darkly following behind, you walk up to the counter and ask the aged librarian (who’s wise to understand to understand carved in […]
eight one one
A room without books is like a body without a soul. Cicero The aged librarian have ceased to shave — his beard’s another shade of grey and when he walks […]
We were like houses
My past in the suburban housing; mushroomed from the meadows in the early sixties; houses side by side, stately rows with playground streets; at first the same, but after fifty […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 