Kayaking
Hips to hulltethered freeI’m paddle-dipping,rolling in your wake I’m crested, carriedhome/awaywhile sipping saltof sea-tears keptto be savored,shared with thisour sun. Sarah inspires us to write about boats at dVerse, and […]
Morning glory
His hands are dry but in the corner of his eyea lonesome teardrop traps the joyful raysof morning-sun.as the library awakes. From dust to vellum,pressed between the breakfastand his dreams,in […]
Finding rest
Awake, the moment right beforethe sunbegins its processof heating up the hollow of our tentmaking it unbearable to remain,We truly restand listen to the wavesremembering how yesterday we rode the […]
Summer sibilance
After summer solstice nothing moves — as inexhale of duskthe mock-orange scent exhaustseven the summer sibilance of two cantankerouscrows slowly falling asleep. Today I host at Open Link Night at […]
Green of sea
I still recall your eyesand how I saw the green of sea dwelling swelling deep insidethe night you said: “I sense the salt againmy skin needs brinemy hair craves kelp to swirl I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 