Thunder at sea
Before the thunder in sweltering heatwith air being oil and windless the skyclose to the surface swallows would fleetsd heard from afar the rumble and criesfrom nature revenge approaching in […]
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Night in the Ukraine
This darkness grew from greed to grab the landfrom branding brothers lesser than the mudthat clings to boots; when falling bombs seem plannedto murder toddlers, women and let bloodbe spilled […]
Too good for being bad
I am the sea, the sky, I am horizons far awayyour joy and sorrow, both being bright and gray,it’s me, both business suit and farmhand’s pantsI’m burning ice, I’m flame, […]
Woodwind warmth
When summer strings and drums turn silent, still a homeless woodwind section warble, grabs the diligence of man and deer, unchills our forest — tethered to November drab. We shut […]
Nothing can be perfect
We have a bearskin in our living room it meets me every day with open mouth. I don’t know where or why it met its doom my father bought it […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 