No strings attached
When you expecta curtsy,a blessing,a prayer,a sketch from a childin return formorsels and tidbitsit’s merely a tradea tiny transactionwhere you set the rules; Being nobleis only when givingis namelesswith no […]
Category Archives: poetry
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 — […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 