Waiting to be read
This poemunpolished and roughbut with a gemstone edgeis a xenolith in sedimenta verse within a sea of prose;when polishedit may shinebe a beacon leading homefor those who wander lostit’s a […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Until…
The screams insideis a pressure cookerbuilt from smiles, acceptinglies, injustice, corruptionbelieving I’m aloneuntil… …until somethingstirs the air voice of thousandson every streetcalling out in protestagainst the emperorwho with lack of […]
Beaches and babes
Back from the countryback to school and laterunder the streetlightswe’re meeting and greetingboombox is blaringjumping and stompingdown by the cornersharing with buddieswe’re daring and tellingof conquests in summersunburned we’re braggingof […]
Cutting limes
Windward running carefree wilddancing with your inner child,summer beaches wine and songevening music makes you strongSo, forget November with his rainSun still smiling, yet no painNot counting days cause it’s […]
A perfect man
He knows his worthperfection pricedin the pale reflectionof his golden hair and in the wayhe puffs and strutsArmani suitsa Rolex watchsix-pack belly he believesthat everythinghe touchesturn to gold, a perfect […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 