Pickled summer
I pickled summer saving shimmered trance breeze of melt and green. I added moss rose musk our solstice dance, and heartbeat skips of moonstone lull. The jar (now twisted shut) […]
Category Archives: free verse
To dress in pink
I dress myself in ways of gays, to separate perhaps, or maybe as a checkered bee to be unfit for fits of fists. “I don’t like football”, said not in […]
Arabian Nights
Before Aleppo, Baghdad and Damascus smelled Bazaar and spices, crimson carpet business sealed with coffee, neighbors said goodnight and never locked their doors. Before the alleys grew to borders I […]
Tipsy toes
On tipsy toes with lucid breath my eyes caress anemic flesh. “We have to leave today”, you say and as I bend my head to nod I see a sag […]
Makebelief
Once beliefs and dreams came true, when in nineteen hundred eighty nine a wind of change could crumble walls and poverty would wane. Maybe we forget too quickly though. There […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 