Selling sea-shells
Washed ashore a wish of something more; a hush of shell-trapped sea a tense of past or future lost or maybe just for me alone. You wind, you held us […]
Category Archives: free verse
Promises to keep
I have promises to keep. My little horse just needs some rest. I feed him oats. I listen to his voice. My horse, we still have miles to go before […]
Times a river passed
Time is less a moment than a river passed, it’s the past and present, it’s the dreams of what to be. It’s both the screams on streets just after the […]
Waiting in spacetime
Time is taught as con- cept; a tick-tock clock abstraction hard to keep since synchronicity never can account for time it takes to walk from A to B, and thus […]
A limit for concerns
Born from clipboard quotas, the sweathopped shoes I bought on sale are waiting for a thought, on who the seamstress was and if she went to bed content the day […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 