Not your doll
Ice in eyes, she craves the fire of your silence now listen, let her talk for once cause you never asked, before you took because you always knew that no, […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Sliced banana
The still life of my mornings is one half banana peeled and sliced into my cereal, one sandwich tea and orange juice. I read half the morning paper before unstilled […]
Sheep and gnus
See how they leap; rows of sheep — as my sleep slips by. Please tell how ewe supply can grow and not slow while bedclothes strangle I’m mangled and wrangle: […]
Counting ribs
Fleshed on bone and dressed in charcoal cloth he’s still more neolith in awe of winter solstice lying sleepless listening to lightlessness of night or a lovesick chimpanzee, in how […]
Spoon-feeding mother
when parting came slowly as words you forgot or when you were lost we thought we had time to listen to music to read or to dine we never could […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 