Each a Crossroad
At the center heand you, me, sheand they;each and every onea crossroadtangled, meshed, confused. As we make pathswe point and arguecontrolling, trample and get lost. When all we craveis just […]
Category Archives: poetry
… at the seaside
Serpent tongues ensnaredwith skin on skin in sunon silver sand and salt,exploring sunburned legswhile muscles toned to sinbless our itch of lust,as we climax lulled by surfexposed for skies to […]
Careless wind
If I’d known (understood)the fallacy of sunk investmentI would have left before the fall. I would have known,that beyond the first,every hourevery nightevery dollar spent was lost.But hope, though brittle,may […]
Memories in May
Death tiptoed beside my mother for years, grabbing small pieces of her mind. He made her create a string of lovers she never had, repeating stories we already knew. When […]
The winding way
We never went the winding waythat would have led us rightwe tried to run, to circle backbut nowhere there was light We failed to see and now we’re caughtinside this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 