Rooms filled with words
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries. Jorge Lous Borges, The Library of Babel. Which came first, the library or […]
Category Archives: poetry
Estranged from the subway
It’s been eleven weeks since last I took the subway, dived into the underground, and shared a common space with other travelers. I have not been seated next to strangers […]
Today — a portal
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both – Robert Frost What if — today is crossroad-different, a path diverging, maybe mountainwards or deeper […]
No more playing tricks
Numbed on drugs she gets no kicks fatigued she won’t be playing tricks again on sleazy dudes; on pricks she loathes; on normal men; a mix of jeans and middle-class; […]
A Verse in Vain
This verse is neither plea nor pardon, it’s the scabs I pick, the poetry of open wounds, an ever-present future of every Monday past. These syllableeding sentences wrenched from aching […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 