To be prepared
It took… planning hands sweaty trembling when? where? now!.. But I hesitated once again she’s too young, I have a pimple later when it’s dark. later finally I have security […]
Tick-Tock
tick-tock of my jaded clock tick-tock burning sofas snuff the embers tick-tock feed the starving kilns tick-tock mute the wolves employed to choke the members capture words as capsicum bitter […]
Out by dawn
They always say we can’t stay rooted, that our blood craves travel. Last night our three weeks here were gone; eviction-note, a slap in the face: “Out by dawn” , […]
Signs of Spring
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
Confessions of my jeans
Why does the fabric in my jeans strain and prickle as from the need of needles? impatient with slips of fingertips of dripping secrets from her dreams of urgent quotas […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 