We Titanic
Wild that word,cast carelessly in outrageis the iceberg to Titanic’s furniturerecklessly careeningacross the first-class ballroom, that word you saidbreeds to ice-cold waterslowly swelling inthe iron-belly of our life; that word […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Veiled
That nightthe moon was cold,the rattling wind,a moody breathwas sullen, sickand tiptoed closeto death. You came before meveiled in silver,exhaling asthe night you died; that nightI burned your lettersbut I […]
Heart of stone
If we were masonswe would see,how in every stonedwells the heartof libraries, compassionand cathedralsand bridges closing chasms. yet we cease to listento the granite’s heartbeatbuilding prisonswalls to set apart,and castlesfor […]
Cloudberry Paths
Mountain recollectionslinger in the tasteof cloudberries spoonedover ice-cream slopes. I shut my eyesdream to bendto pick the mire gold,creamy soft,preserved for this. You feed me berriesmaking mountain-plansfor paths to walkfor […]
Away, astray
Stray me darlingdye me purple, dareto swerve meslowly from the groovesof being common. I vow to gigglemadly with the moonto talk to trees at duskto follow youaway, away — astrayfrom […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 