Tasting the fall
The last Monday evening in November. I ponder gratitude. Not from fireworks or bloom, not from listening to birdsong or submerging in rose-perfume of June. In autumn only evergreens and […]
Category Archives: poetry
Fear of swimming
My primary know-how of crying is mostly to brace this closeness to Styx reeking from ash and embalming, preparing for rigor seeping through veins, and welcome the shadow that walks […]
Corpus Delicti
Let’s plunge slowly to yearning into butterfly-basins; let’s share at least an esthesis of delicate corpus delicti; and if only this flutter of fervor lasts briefly, let’s waltz to the […]
Thirteen ways of staring at a blackboard
I. Two lonesome lines on a blackboard can converge to both beginning or end. II. The scent of ambergris and sandalwood can still be sensed from a teenage poem secretly […]
You might have been a carrot (unless the rabbit had you for dinner)
You, magician pulled a carrot from your chapeau-clack and boastfully declared that the flawless rabbit that you wished to see is not a carrot but a lustful apparition of a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 