In the wakeof your absence,a shadow of warmthstill lingers in OURking-size beddevoid of your weight. Awakened,those razor-blade wordsyou hurled when we partedrepeat and repeat,voluminous, vilethey surge my bedroomwith turpitude, darkness,and […]
What’s a featherwithout its wing?Just the last remains,of a raptor’s lunch What are wingswithout its bird?Just the failed ambitionsof never moving south? Is it death? Is this darkness dawn or […]
I fear my dearyou wouldn’t carethe leastif you could scareme stiff with beastsyou breedwith ghosts you hostwith veins, you bleedand flesh you roast.My dear — I fear you notmy daemon […]
Call out rude bells! for midnight skies;to autumn rain, to falling leaves;to what’s been lost to what we grieveCall out! let truths succeed their lies. Ring out the war, ring […]
In an effort explaining, making sensetelling us what’s deduced from factsa sudden sight perplexed him, tensedhim speechless, silenced, sidetrackedby apparitions of heavenly beautynever seen within the library’s wallssuch softness, a […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Björn Rudbergs writings 