Soil is not my soil
With bleeding gums from scurvy, liced and scabbed we, the sea-sick, found our way to freedom from the belly of the ships and built our life in hardship of the […]
Category Archives: free verse
Moored with seaweed veins
My feet are lead I walk with weight on sand alone impressing footprints washed away on every wave, It’s foam and kelp. A heart- beat close to last. As once […]
Not his Valentine
He limps along the streets a heartless man. a being less than hope. a liar to himself, the mineral of man. His liver spotted hands are wrapped around a mug […]
Another name for friends
You can always get what you want if you’re prepared to break the eggs for omelet or silence pens with lies. Cause sword is might, and wrongs makes right, on […]
Me – your tipsy moon
Name your poison: me; dirty elixir and shaken chaser, sour wind or tonic, tipsy moon between your sheets from vesper into dawn. It doesn’t matter cause for me it’s you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 