Grandmother gaps
I never knew my grandmotherin the way my mother had donethere was always a softerbenevolence towards methan my mother had seen. She kept the Bombonierefilled with candy for kids,and still […]
Category Archives: poetry
Icicled heart
Those softly whispered wordsyou finally gave that answer,though compassionately toldstill clotted my bloodfroze to a reckless noticeand a passionless turndown a glacial bulwark between us,icing my veins and nowby your […]
Almost making sense
The library is eternalbroken by burdens of mo(u)rnings In an effort explaining,making sense while hearingthe crackle forever— stuck in stagnant marshlands. No sky — no earthly viewCovid still shadowsstill prowl […]
Night Vision
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
Smothered, Missed
I miss the heavensof a boldly shaded skyI miss the glow of sunsetswith hues of rose and tangerineinstead, I idlesmothered underneaththis rotting gloomof thawing dusk.I miss the glassy sheenof snow […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 