Moonluck
Neither never nor nought is forever not darkness when dreaming of you. It’s cleverly wicked It’s bright and it’s cold when caught in the slivers of silver the snow moon […]
Category Archives: poetry
Still life with milk
My privileges are all my own: a Speedo tracksuit with my feet tightly laced into leaden shoes. A mold to fit, a mask of skin too tight for comfort. I […]
Moonlack
Without its moon the night walks by forlorn and passes slowly on its drowsy lead-feet moaning ash-cloaked to the graveyard up above. Without its moon the night and I are […]
Favorite Perfume
The top-note when we met was an essence creamed from honeysuckle, it was from lavender and lily we fell and next we traded years of heart-notes whiffs of forest pines […]
Elemental passion
Earth When seeds awaken, gently from the warmth of spring, I’m cradled in your growth, in arms of verdant strength, from soil, from deep below your breath’s a symphony, the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 