Fingers tracingmoon-words, seeing sensein star-song,in the nebulae, ink-spilled ontovellum, parchment, onto paper;and as silence settles,he listens for the voiceof a poet’s passinginto darknessmoving pages past his handsinto dreams, as he […]
Between the shelvesin a golden afternoonhe dwells,the aged aged manand lost librarian,no longer eye-candybut still my fancy‘cause he knows the questionsto pair with allmy answers,carefully collected,obstinately carriedto his spotbetween the […]
His library, riddle and mazeislands in hazerisk is on youHere is my clue: Enter, remain here foreveryou can neverskygaze again;as in your brain sentences, serpents expandingnotwithstandingyour resistanceno existence Today Grace […]
“He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.”- Poet Warning, Jim Harrison The library is vast, it is wild,an ocean unchartedveiling the vilenessof sea-beastsconspiracy, conflictscollusion and viceand if you(despite […]
In the bottom drawer of his desk he keepshis pieces, parts,,and scribbled shorthandnotes and fragments,pebble-thoughts and pearls They are clamped togetherwith infernal shopping listsfor celebratory dinnersonce eaten by his deskin […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Björn Rudbergs writings 