The devoted monk of Atlantis
The zealous crowd arrived, ten minutes to midnight to burn the scrolls they blamed for rising tides, for brine and water flooding lower levels of Atlantis. The librarian tried in […]
Category Archives: free verse
Burning summer cold
A sticky mongrel-tongue — this summer swelter; I’m roped in the reek of course blankets by a smothering wind; the bare skin of my thighs sticks to the creased vinyl […]
Rejected Suitor
Wax my moon and wane my mind be sparse in words and dense in sighs make cautious sense from careless cold; tune in to minor keys for major change. My […]
Learning from students
In the recess deep in his chest he carries not the words of librarians passed, but the tantrums of toddlers, his childhood; In the folds of his bathrobe; not hidden […]
What is the wind?
When I met her barely awake in her wheelchair — she asked me: “What is the wind?” I looked at her hands and noticed how small they’ve become — Once […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 