Sieving Silver
When branches try to capture woes for moona year unwritten scribbles silver words of moon It bleeds in melting snow — its sentencesunowned, these silent phases of the moon Of […]
Category Archives: ghazal
Dusk
You taste my hands preparing us for dusk, in tangerine the sky adorns itself for dusk. We listen for the nightingales to sing, and let the longing of our lips […]
Falling asleep (finally)
The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night and far the way a screech-owl hails my night. She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams her silver breath […]
Stirred loneliness
See with your eyes! Listen with your ears! And if you wish to smell the fragrance, press for an explanation of every unresolved matter until your understanding is complete. There […]
Catch its silver in the sieves
When branches try to capture truth in moon the year unwritten scribble silver words from moon It bleeds in melting snow — the sentences unknown, as silent phases of the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 