Sunset working from home
At home today, Monday, three o’clock and I go for tea. Only a few steps from my desk to the kettle: another habit; a short break, a brief relapse. But […]
Category Archives: poetry
Night life
At night awake, at sleep I dive and drown in the neon sheen and shadows left as ember greenas shadows in dilated pupils;those lying eyeswhere once I saw the mirth of two while they saw […]
A proposal
Is it passable, my love, though I’m pretty shyfor me inquiring, and pry into the merest possibility of maybe you accepting these, my candid complimentson how pleasingyour appearance is to me,andmaybelater considering to share your life with me? […]
Neighborhood News
We met our neighborwith her dogbetween our lunchand work again. We talked about — the weather how we went to workbut never lefthow in the spring the dogs ran out“The last one leftwas […]
A night at the ward
At eight o’clockyour whispers are faded periwinkle and wrinkled with shadows of indigo bruised,like a worn pair of jeanshugging your hipsa summer ten years ago. Closer to midnight you labored sighshave darkened to prussian,while […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 