Hands
“The clear vowels rise like balloons” S.Plath ~ Morning Song If this angel’s hands are wingsher voice the birds of preyher smile the arrow singeing steelto heal the scars, to […]
Category Archives: poetry
Clouds above a sea calm
When — my sweetheart did we get lost,wayward drifting on these wild and windless waters?Where — my darling, did we part ways, with me at sea and you at shore?Why — […]
Morning coffee
Be I,the broken cupyou stain in scarlet sipping coffee;lipsticked leisurely. Be I,the fumes that twistits hungry fingers through your moaning bangscaffeinated eagerly. Be I,caress of sugarmelting on your tongueinvitedinside willingly Be I,be […]
Caveman
This is not a cookiebut a sesame dreamwho opens to Scheherazade’scaves within caveswhere ends are beginningsand dreams are sweeter than rain,and you reach for the jargrab a cookie again,devouring delusions […]
Subdued
Darling, my dearestharken my babbling,my dabbling at wooingI wish it would doand maybe to hasten your heartbeat from largo to presto;I might blabber a bit,but my lack of coherenceis simply […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 