Untitled (Cardamom Coffee)
i.I speak to maps,with my writer’s fingertipstracing borders, roadsblisterlessly walked. ii.In his voicedwells the dust of desertsthe scent of rose waterand nostalgic songs. iii.beyond the end of mapsthe world is […]
Category Archives: poetry
You; a man of words
You; the man of wordsmuch better than the oneswith which I praiseyour gentle intellect,your extensive handsthat only gives. You; the man who alwaysshows the waywith truthful wordswho sacrificed the modest […]
Game
I never was the cool or chicI was not le freak,not wild – I merelymixed my tapesprepared to bloom when coolmeant mathor having read Camus,but still I knew the movesand […]
Coward
Behind the curtains shadows danceda fight of fists, perchance a lance.Then splattered blood I stood in trance. I never heard the scream, I smelledher blood, I saw my neighbor felled;That […]
Cloudberry Paths
Mountain recollectionslinger in the tasteof cloudberries spoonedover ice-cream slopes. I shut my eyesdream to bendto pick the mire gold,creamy soft,preserved for this. You feed me berriesmaking mountain-plansfor paths to walkfor […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 