Birth pains
The pains I had brought when breaking the bonds, you had built with your uterus-glow, not once but over and over, (as if we’d preserved an umbilical bond to slice […]
Category Archives: poetry
Woodwind warmth
When summer strings and drums turn silent, still a homeless woodwind section warble, grabs the diligence of man and deer, unchills our forest — tethered to November drab. We shut […]
Leap into the void
The oxide of my burnished heart has formed a polished pupa to protect me from your vitriol and vice, but still — inside it aches without the blaze of zeal […]
Flowerfed
From first person plural When we were flowerfed and mosssshoed moved on sun-stained streets, we never thought of starlit winter’s snow and how much its whiteness seemed like corpses in […]
My winter howl
I’m your moon-howl princess, dearest to the darkness, your mistress lady-paw of claw-fanged specter, I will never let my snowscape motherhood of finest fashion-fur be lost to rifled forestry and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 