The River
It still makes me cry to remember the fear of us of staying of being bound bleakley to soil, tethered somewhere where it’s greyer, with only the bliss of our […]
Category Archives: poetry
Battlefield green
In the year of the dragon we saw spring turning ashes of war into battlefield green; we listened to wheels from the gravedigger’s wagon drowning in nightingale’s song; we slept […]
Lies of a dice
Every dream is a cross-road where the pilgrim in you is offered the choice between dragon and mice or whetstone and knife and you’re given advice from the lies of […]
Hunger
She watched the twinkle-sorrow as from stars reflected in the calmness of his sacrifice. She sensed the longing of the moonblade in her fist as the serpent hissed: “Spill his […]
Kelpkissed
Right as rain you wrapped me around and led me under raven wings through green-stemmed ravenwood gently along waterway, salt-marsh on paths only known to the spring, you led me […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 