September plums
My father’s birthday was on September 13, and I still remember the year it was time to celebrate his 50th birthday. Guests were soon arriving when my little sister showed […]
Category Archives: poetry
Close to parting
Our slow-dance delivered uslazily, but with utmost carecloser, closerto the precipice of parting,so when you simplydelivered me a passive punch,I only felt reliefthat you gifted me goodbye,relieving me of blameto […]
Illusion of enlightenment
Embraced by boughsa clearing is his cave,a cavity of viewpoints,windows both to creedsand devastating dogma,in the forest, thoughtsfind refuge in his home; embraced by booksthe aged librarian sendsroots into the […]
The last breath of summer
Still, the sun spills summerthrough the muslin curtainsonto hardwood floors,still, I wear no shoesand with a glass of wine, I rest,relaxing to the wearywhisper of the wickerwork,to slumber still.as autumn […]
Finding the forest
The library is eternallimitless withchambers followed by chambers,halls and corridorsand rooms within roomswith no distinguishable symmetry. From the robed librariansshuffling gently between shelves,a collective mutter can be heardfrom tirades, pleas, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 