Scarves
There are possibilities in scars a melody composed for stars, an option for an exit or an entrance to what’s past. ‘Have you ever been to Paris?’ She knits her […]
Category Archives: free verse
Phantom pains
Clayed by lunacy, I’m blind — chagrined: a shadowed outcast, charcoal-veined. My arms are kites with phantom pains of puppy fat. The moon’s a drum and wind’s a suite for […]
The rain is a steak and kidney pie
The rain today is more like air — thick enough to slice, a noose, a steak and kidney pie served cold. I pull the collar of my coat to cover […]
It’s more real than a reality show
I’m more an episode, a past of tense; sedated I am moribund, too slight to fend myself from grips of claws and waves of nausea. Reduced I’m just a passage […]
Spicing the stew
Preparations start with choice of lamb; a shank not shy of lard, proud with bones and marrow Then start before your breakfast, cause to stew it tender it needs to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 