While waiting for the rain
Poetry is a cloudy day in summer,a veiled sun with assurance of rainweightless like a kettlebell resting.It is promise and a riddle,unmoving, stillborn until read,but when spokenwings unfold, a bat […]
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After midsummer
After midsummer eve’s celebration I am still a bit nauseous, but it is not like the pounding hangovers of my youth. The longest day used to be the shortest night, […]
Slow dance with summer
Close to summer solsticewe dance to endless songs of birdsblackbirds, willow warblerseven nightingales,it’s a time of endless dusksalmost seamlessly meeting dawn. I remember being awakedancing barefoot in the grassdrunk on […]
A sixpence in her shoes
“A penny for your thoughts”,he smirkedso smart, a charmer’s grin and chiseled chinbut deep within his eyes the devil lurkedtemptation growing, she considered sin and seeking shadows walking hand in […]
The Precipice
Do.. Not.. Go.. Gentle.. Into.. That.. Good.. Night.. Acts of being humanmake your destiny, find a purpose,chores, resluts, obituary to be. Deny your urge to restwhat comes before you sleepto […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 