Foreign tongues
Still the blackbird singsbusyin the greens of woodlands. I walk, myfeet without a thoughtfinds the pathdepressed in soilby the countless pilgrimswho came before. My lips are forming questionswhy?who?or when?as I […]
Category Archives: poetry
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 […]
… 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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 