The summer of thunder
To find yourself exposed to lightning, in the mountains when even fathers panic. I was ten I think, and didn’t care; I had to soak, puddled wet through clothes. You […]
Category Archives: free verse
Fishblood
Undercovered, veiled encrypted you – your words are braille on skin. I’m puppeteered at night, strained in strings with bedsheets as from skin, veiled in hair I’m scissored curved a […]
Before is after
This is before or after whichever you like best or maybe it’s that precise moment when the umbilical cord was cut, for some it was before, for a mother it […]
For a young boy
Unbroken boy, be brave your grave’s yet shallow, when worms of marrow rest Be blessed in youth, be raw cause yet no sorrow’s claw, no flaw has marked your skin, […]
Posthumous stars
War was waiting, mud and lice and itch of sweat trapped in wool. It was waiting in the company of trench rats fat from rot of flesh. It was shell […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 