A cup of coffee
Desire’s not for coffee but for you in the way you bend your neck that’s not for me but for stars above. You never read a book, but talk of […]
Category Archives: free verse
Twist a tangerine
spill a journey bring us lull of shimmer- grins; come bubble-breeze us open shimmer silver- lines on clouds. come un-shadow us un-jar its scent in rose then let’s skip in […]
My dreams have fangs
My dreams are carnivores, they’re less of knifes but more from lead. The night’s a lizard harpsichord, it’s heavy footfalls of ungrateful deads. Outside owls; my head’s a cockroach nest, […]
Ada Lovelace day
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; Lord Byron Creating ways to clockwork math. I left my work to be decoded, by famous men […]
October sky
Dented pewter-sheets are hanging low, and weigh my brow, it’s neither sunset cotton-candy-fluff of summer nights nor striations carved on indigo. It’s not the thunder- heads of rage exploding ‘fore […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 