Snowless spring
This last day of March I reflect on how far spring has progressed this year. Yesterday we went for a walk in the local forest. Though the ground is mostly […]
Category Archives: poetry
You call me love
With icicle hands I clutchyou heartand with venom in my words,I take control;distort your gaze to watch for specksdeform your thoughts away from planksand bend your sense of reasoninto treasonrage […]
Equinox, if only
Returning daylight, nowtoday at vernal equinoxa day victoriousagainst the blindness of the night. Imagine if, also rays of truthcould penetrate the twilightspread by hate. If spring could make it clear […]
The shadow of feathers
Your shadow is more the apparition of a dreamneatly bled from lost syllablesthan the feathers left behind from a hawk’s dinneroutside the station of a metro. Today Sanaa invites is […]
Cruelty is strength
When did morals change to this?enjoyment in the bully’s blissto feel compassion is for foolsWhen being strong is being cruel Reward the rapist with your kissenjoy their torture and their […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 