Seasick
Paled, my senses hibernate — a hedgehog nested in my chest still too late to rest. Eternal winter: iced my eyes are blessed in cinder, darkly cried and streaked with […]
Category Archives: free verse
Images of fire and ice
I By sulphured paths green with moss pits were bubbling hissing sagas. Horses hooves in ash basalt in fumes II. In sheen of swords and warmth of ice, in fleece […]
Easeled lust.
Easeled well, you’re my canvas, girl, you’re chiaroscuro, swirls of umbra whiffs of floribunda, you’re my light in dark, my chocolate. You’re weight- less words, a pillowed wait for spring, […]
No more queues, or I be darned
Spelling spilt in split of hairs i spread your words and sentence letters into sentences make sense and scare your false pretense, as if you say: TOMATO I wonder who’s […]
Lust for blood
The way it looks, in snow with paws between a baby and a bear, brushed with tail, from scattered snow on crust, not melted yet. I know she crossed our […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 