More breeze than sorrow
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.” – Andrew Wyeth The rib cage of […]
Category Archives: free verse
Mostly I am dreaming
Shackled to existence, you grab my space-suit collar, plead with tripled eyes ajar: “Name a star from me”, you say; I touch your hair and folds of nape. I point […]
Ghosts
Love hurts, love, scars It burns like ice it pierces, mars impairs me, yet I pick at scabs and try, cause I still recall your warmth, the way you smiled […]
Career of dope
The career of dope, starts when you are seven and ends at twenty-three; C4:d into heaven; you leave the streets, escapes to promised bliss to butterfly kalashnikov yourself to martyrdom, […]
The elephant was named too late
The fading started years ago, your wit that withered and in search for words. We were frustrated, but you travelled and made friends, you saw China and Galapagos, you came […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 