Clara
Cattle die, kinsmen die you yourself die; I know one thing which never dies: the judgment of a dead (wo)man’s life. Hávamál Maybe it’s the fact I’m dead that modified […]
Category Archives: free verse
Eight views of fall
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath the shadows from a […]
Plumage of words
Words are sometimes pillowed, of eiderdown, uttered softly lulla- bying for an almost drowning. At other times they billow, soar on feathered wings, brave you into boldness asking for a […]
A small installment
Perfumed with myrrh and gum-diseased her smile that upward turned her plum-like lips, she waited with a smirk that never touched her blood-stained eyes. The left part of her face […]
Dance me open
Dance me open twist your bubble ’round our shimmered grins, spill me spells. Breeze me roses, green perfume of leaves untouched. Bring with lull of ocean journeys undulations melted, skip […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 