The echoes still linger
The echoes still lingered in woodwinds of singers the words of the poet forever’s repeated but never gave its solace to us, the sinners cause his quill has gone dry […]
Category Archives: free verse
Lacerations
The words that lacerated sentenced sentences, inked on parchment from the ancient laws are left to be deciphered later in the antechamber behind the door of this, your dusty crypt. […]
To care in vain
The diamonds in the trickle formed from icicles in spring or silver sieved from moonlit lakes is a poisoned potion served in breakfast juice. It’s a gradual decay. It’s to […]
Kokopelli’s flute
Carried on winds, a tune, a melody as from Kokopelli’s flute give us hope that thunderheads that grow above the mesa will bless us finally bring us petrichor today and […]
How can dolphins sleep?
How can dolphins sleep since without the sense to breathe — they suffocate. Like the skip of beats in narrowness of hearts, these chests constrict. I watch the undulating ripples […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 