Dark days and darker nights
The serpent moon drowns in the words, whispered too hushed to be heard; she dies in the shadows of ink from the pen he had drained; while tying his pains […]
Category Archives: poetry
Hollow self
The hollow in your pillow, is a void still warm, an echo of the dreams we shared but split in two. You only saw yourself, while the only voice I […]
Losing to darkness
She picked pomegranates warm from the sun. The stains on her gown, like blood on the bed sheets, have dried. She walked on the glass we had broken. Blood-let and […]
Mistress Sea
North Sea — mischievous mistress, foam-mouthed femme I plead you, paramour still your surge, calm the brine, let the lighthouse-beacon bring my brittle boat through froth-teeth spray through cruel curlicues […]
Talking to books
Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 