Too much
Once, when younger trying …in vainspeaking to girls;I stumbled on syllablesand couldn’t make sense,stitching intentionsinto sentenceswithout tripping on words. Only much laterI aged and was trainedinto tellingand tried to catch […]
Scribbled in the Snow
It shines in the garden,in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,in the brim of my father’s hatas he walks on the gravel.Mark Strand, The Garden Midday today, it started […]
Path and bed
Soft as pillows,unbroken sea of snow,free untilwe carve our tracksnorthward boundweek upon weekthrough white-out, stormsand april sunsnow both path and beduntil at lastwe reach an endto meet the spring. A […]
Mercy
Understanding my deceits did not come easy. You tried to tell me. You cried, you cursed. You tried silence and sweetness, even bribing me with food (your bipimbap was delicious). […]
No Ladders of Escape
She breaks the whiteto fragments of eternal hues,never caringif they match the draperies of absent suns;she ceased to care about horizonsto gaze above for verticalsto climb,escape from the gilded cageof […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 