Symphony from dawn to dusk
It starts with whispered strings at dawn of woodwinds; pitter-patter from the thicket: dulce wren and raindrops. Then the horn; a skein of geese, and for breeze and brook: andante: […]
Category Archives: free verse
Recipe to win
Grate and grind the sense pretend it’s tender, glace with lies, then spice with fake vanilla, poach it slender reduce until the lard remains serve it lukewarm invent it’s promised. […]
Recipe for solitude
solitude is wind a voice of trees it’s sunshine soil birdsong sprung from spring a flowerbudded restlessness solitude is anticipation of a footpath warm and needle smooth to be bare- […]
When circus leaves the town
From our town of tumbleweeds, of lime and marrow, once the woodwind section of the band played a gracious groove of gasoline and sorrow a tune of lost tomorrows and […]
Post-truth Kane
His life, a breeze, a journey, danced with shadows; he twisted ink to cue the spark that opened greenbuck pockets shimmered darkness lulled with lies. Lost at last in shark-grin […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 