Vinyl seats in summer
Once, when days were passed in backseat view of spruces, boughs bending darkly over gravel roads, The sun became a stroboscope sharply glimpsed through pines. Car-seat vinyl mock-weave patterns imprinted […]
Category Archives: free verse
Firecrackered
Once – in sparks a firecracker hissed a bit, before I spread- sheeted my life and numbed defused confused. Today it’s Open Link Night at dVerse hosted by Grace. Bring […]
Soil
To mulch my limbs one day have withered underfoot To soil and there my soul, severed, becomes a thousand daisies, eyes of lawn, a smile for children’s feet. – […]
A pale face
There is no memory quite as clear as the pale face swallowed by fog. Apple bloom crushed on wet pavement. An effort to write an imagist poem inspired by the […]
There is plenty to suck
The thin veneer of day, its light is scabs for scars, Its wind a paper wall for mares. The daylight is Pandora’s box, still closed. It’s a breath prepared for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 