The last dance & afterward
When the final song has trickled gently through the halls your hand is resting on my chest, my breath is nesting with your hair; I wonder how tonight may end […]
Category Archives: poetry
Too good for being bad
I am the sea, the sky, I am horizons far awayyour joy and sorrow, both being bright and gray,it’s me, both business suit and farmhand’s pantsI’m burning ice, I’m flame, […]
Mycorrhiza
Below, we thrive,we live and owe our loveto growth aboveto what you see:their swelling fleshtheir pride to rise, to stretchto saturate with toxinwhile finding roomto swell, to drink from mulch and dewwhile […]
How I miss you
It was never the footsteps you left in the sand by the decknor the breadcrumbsI slept on, night after night.It wasn’t your scent of socks that never been washednor the way you […]
The cycle of terror
From hungry soil — from mud of Flanders’ fieldsee us the shell-shocked souls, with hollowed eyes we arethe poppy’s flown, November rain the cries of clay from Sommes, Verdun,and Katowice the rats and lice,the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 