Believing is for the night
At night we talked in unicorn believing in the possibility that broken promises or shards of hope can be rectified with glue. But daylight turn the unicorns to donkeys; we […]
Category Archives: free verse
Blades of being
Orbed on soot are faces specked and adiposed, draped in wool. clinging broken, bloomed in rosacea, migrants clawing empty soup-bowls. Skeletons on cobblestones not dead. There’s a scent of lilies, […]
Breeze becomes you
Breeze becomes you as my cue to breathe: to melt; it opens shadows lulls and spills me rose-clouds; it shimmers green; it grins and sparks. … and like words we […]
Fear of silence
Between each breath there is still- ness as from death; a gentle kiss of feathers falling. As a partridge might pretend it’s wounded to protect its chicks, I listen to […]
Fat cats
Fat cats, do you really care for anything but you? How people die? And you — have you ever seen how bare a wall of gold can be, how blue […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 