She should be where her children play
She sits outside in rain and snow with cardboard cup to tell us how she left her family behind to feed them from the coins we throw. But people pass […]
Category Archives: Rubáyiat
A missed Connection
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
Phone in my hand, I wait for the train. My eyes keep flicking to scan it again. Absent is the text you…
Who’s the creep – Rubáyiat for dVerse
I when night is darkest just right before dawn the streams fill with salmon eager to spawn a bear-cub with mother – yearning to taste eat or be eaten the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 