The oak and I
The oak agreed to lend its soul, its massive trunk took me across the river wild to reach my goal: your hand in mine, and for the gloss of polished […]
A wino summmer
She sees the candlelight again, a sun through crystal rubied summer-dawn. Her wishes turned to grey, and as she wakes, on news from yesterday, on ink and stone, she’s blond. […]
A Heart of clay
His under-belly swells, the w(h)ining vessel echoes, dwells in misery of scornful oil and vinegar. His tattooed tears weigh heavy on her chest, “You’re right my dear” she says and […]
Shored between tomorrow and the past
Granitic wavelets rolling, kneading sand with pewter clouds adrift like ships. Breathing bearded daisies falling into softness, moistened by my failing songs. A walk so gentle, daring is this wind […]
They served the black milk of the past
They came at dawn, benevolent with promises with open hands, and buses, candy-smiles, separating fathers from their wives sisters to the left and brothers to the right before they served […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 