Not forever but…
It’s not forever but we never soughtthis dull endeavorof none and null and staying put alone, six feet apartto wash our handsand banning hugs behaving well and hope that others do as well. It’s been […]
Category Archives: poetry
A keen edge
On the precipice of duskonly the librarian can see the keen edgeof lost luciditybecause the nightis infinite, insistentinsatiable, a brutedevouring sanity and sensescribbling wacky verses on the bedroom walls. That’s why the […]
Becoming
Remembering awakening in my bed, the grownups talking in the living room outside my room. My blue-walled bed was open on one side so I could have tiptoed out to […]
Breeze
The breeze turning warm;leashed to the wolf-clouds of spring she lustfully broke our snowman to mush;once in the frost he was a sentinel-tallan icicle-pride of the garden,a man made of winter and snow;but […]
Scent of snow
How can you name the scent of snow or the gentle kiss of frost? How can you set the sounds of dusk to music when it tastes of tears? How […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 