Getting warm
I rememberall the warmthI siphonedfrom your wordsfrom the passion,and the promisesof yours,maybe I believed or maybeI pretended thatyour writing wasn’t lies,but still, I may be warmfrom letter-lieswhile turning paperinto ash. […]
Category Archives: poetry
Tangerine dream
The days we think that we are closein glowing tangerine of endswhen evening comes it’s time to dozethose days we think that we are closeto the point when our travel […]
Night in the Ukraine
This darkness grew from greed to grab the landfrom branding brothers lesser than the mudthat clings to boots; when falling bombs seem plannedto murder toddlers, women and let bloodbe spilled […]
Preyed
Ravenous, I eye you,scrutinizing slips of skingawking, oglingfantasizinghow smoothly hairwill wind around my handbefore I yank and drag youto submission. But I meet your gazeand your flick-knife-smileobliteratethat innocence,turning me from […]
Iron rain
In iron rain from rockets, limbs are tornapart, consumed in thermobaric flares;we hear a toddler calls for help; we mournas lookers-ons; we watch but do not dareto intervene, to simply […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 