Asylum
In absence of mirrors imposedby conventions of beautyor personal gracethe aged librarian stillcan see himself as a shadowan apparition or ghostslowly shiftingin his private listof books(both toxic and benign)or as […]
Category Archives: poetry
Moth-moon
Bracken -brown I breathe, one eye openedcamouflaged, alone. I note the callous sungone pale, grey behind its autumn shroud,almost turning day to night and my moth-mind. moon-mind, flutters skyward higherwhere […]
Wildly into the void
Today,an autumn filigree,of fiery boughs,branches bendingwith their fronds aflame,todaythe trees are mad;silhouettesagainst the rouge;pink eyed perhaps —they too need emptying;bending and undressingfor the callous handsof fall and fallingto my cozy […]
Away, astray
Stray me darlingdye me purple, dareto swerve meslowly from the groovesof being common. I vow to gigglemadly with the moonto talk to trees at duskto follow youaway, away — astrayfrom […]
(pre)tending
Don’t tell me liesof fall and fallingor of leavesor leaving fading , but whisper silversoothing slowlyreflecting summerin September moonlight,let stay pre-tending beingtended by a dying sun. Today we try our […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 