Wolverine Tracks in the Snow
Wrapped in the dusk, through depths of the snowMy poem is a wolverine searching for preyIt follows scents of blood feeding its growth.Swiftly fluid, poem and shadow mutually grey, My […]
Bayou secrets
Cuddled by mangrovethe dark bayoukeep its secrets ofmoonshine-infidelity,corpses of rejected beausand an eel thicker thana fisherman’s waist. Spanish moss cocoonsthe witch’s shackby the malevolent lagoonand it’s saidthat few have leftto […]
The last dance (too soon)
Inhaled persuasive patternsof delightful dreamsto fill the fault lines in a failing worldwe believed the best. pretended and forgot,only to wake up (too late) to realise:this decline could not be […]
Perfect birthday cake(s)
Her birthday cakelay wreckedravagedand consumed This year againI had not forgotten,and we had sharedwithout words battling bakery,treated by vanilla creamstrawberriesand chocolate ganache “Not too bad”, she saidlicking the spoon,“you have […]
First day
Waking up with the memory of fireworks, my thoughts go to the troubled year stretching before us. So many days when matters may turn from bad to worse, so many […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 