Tulipomaniac
Those plows, the gallant geese who leave uspaled in last anemic summer’s claws; while withered flowers stand as sentinels to our anamnesis while wemight comprehend how fall means falling further untilstilled […]
Category Archives: poetry
Dumpster motherhood
She grew up to be wild, but ended up a street-urchin, teen-age mother. For the sake of her kids she grew up fast and found herself a moderate dwelling, she […]
The garden of infinite choice
Before His library is wider than its wallsand taller than the border of its roof, It has oceans, mountains and pathsleading deeper ever deeper into forests. It has galaxies and […]
Selfie in the time of the Covid-19
I’m something moreor lessthe mess of numbers,arrows,code and sorrowstre-e-e-tchedacross my wide-screen-hours, making odds meet ends,and end be balancedinto spreadsheetshyper scaled to sumsof dollars and maybe laterborrow wordsfrom Powerpointsto bless the […]
Before we fade
Tickling petals gently wet dewed as butterfliesmay flutter, high on sunsets, we will softly silk-sigh, skin-to-skin, thigh to hand,tit to tongueupwards we can sin to merge impaled;we, my love, weshall […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 