What heaven is
Have you ever felt how cold and damp and filled with dread a summer cloud can be inside? Or… Have you ever tried to play a harp and felt how […]
Category Archives: free verse
It’s not the falling
If ever caught in whirls of winds; twisting, turning dancing you insane, be sure, be warned beware: that when you land to check for ruby-slippered feet of witches squashed. Cause, […]
Waiting for a coup de grace
It’s not incinerated heat or ash but insincerity and ice, when dullness of serrated blades cut closer to a beating heart, than scimitars of death. My fear is not for […]
The killer filaments
Fragments means, when after- wards interpreted, pieced together, much like swirls of fingerprints or helices, the souls of past still buried in our cells. We try to place ourselves in […]
The lies of living lightly
Unburdened, passed my nights in satin paled by touch of hands and moths unscorched: a fevered fire; It was before I fell, on wings aflamed, an Icarus of me. I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 