When building a cabin
It is never the spike but the hammers that cause the damage from strikes; while breaking the laws and resilience of timber to build you a cabin burning warm in […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Leave a light on
When you leave me, please — spike my gloom with silver sickle of a waxing moon and in the wake behind you please — trickle pebble stars to guide me […]
Dreams are not enough
When darkness tiptoes gently — hiding from the brightness of a drowsy moon. Open up your lips and sip the night from skin and flesh; let night be pillow; drown […]
Fire at night
Before you tiptoed close and closer, still my heart was neither wolf nor crow as tingles on my lips from venom of your misplaced kiss spread fire through my vacant […]
Laziness
Deep in sleep I dream of mountains steep, with leaping streams and gleaming sheep, with tears that beam from grass and rocks. But then — what shock… I scream in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 