Still life with silverware
Memories of nights, when afterwards I walked through lilac-scent, and black- bird melodies, are pewter in our silver- ware, a nail that snags my socks; it’s a nagging dream of […]
Category Archives: free verse
Lilacs smell goodbye
At spring when there is lilac in the air: a scent so sweet to bring me back to end of school: we hugged and promised: it’s not goodbye it’s called […]
A lily pad within
Metamorphosed, by a pine marten’s brush, she was watercolored smooth, then scalpel sculptured, a lily formed, to model muse, a she for she, a pioneer Postulated penis envy, contradicted with […]
Tits and cocks
Hear song of tits and crow of cocks, when from the bushes hidden gold from bitch is snatched by thieving magpie. While spring is wile tectonic with temptation, blue, seductive […]
The mystery of obelisks
On the far side of the moon in Jurassic shadows, there’s an obelisk it’s polished black by solar winds; an orb transmitting blight to seed this tidal pestilence inflict lunatic […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 