The prison of my dazzling mind
I’ve built my bulwarks filled my moat with snakes and water I’ve raised my drawbridge locked the doors just to make believe that apple bloom and lonesome roses grown inside […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Poetry as a clothesline
Poet, you — bring me sun- stretched words as summer-muslin bed-sheets drying on a clothesline Poet, you — pledge me night- words delight me darkly as a buttercup rewards the […]
Endless horizon
Tonight the sky is infinite — horizon endless expanding into voids within the voids of nothing but a darkness friendless. The pebble we call earth is helpless to ferocious forces […]
Sonnet for a secret name
Your name is a secret slowly distilled from hilltops and shadows of clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. […]
Lure of the lady
The pale lady sings with nightshady voice of lethe and less as slowly you sink in her marble embrace. The pale lady stings with syringe and blood as slowly you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 