This is not my denial
Neither stars nor the sickle moon waxingnot the tempest tearing at twilightnot even the luscious lustre of midsummer sun,but your heartbeat in step with my breaththe scent of you — […]
Category Archives: poetry
November letter (again)
Dear beloved, I sit down to writeimagining birdsong, surf and yoursilhouette nuzzled by twilight. I dreamt tonight aboutyour hands, the scent you leftand woke up alone. Nightmares have ceasedit is […]
I don’t hate Mondays
Today the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. The first snow. I had slept well but woke up at five, and unable to sleep any more I […]
The burden of its blueprint
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, sperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries.― Jorge Luis Borges, The library of Babel “Until then I had thought […]
Replacement parts
From the deepest bramble tanglethere’s a breaking as from bonesand flesh that’s torn away and mangled.Deep in fall when from the stonesthe dead unravel; claiming warmthfrom veins of living bodies, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 