This is not my denial
Neither stars nor the sickle moon waxingnot the tempest tearing at twilightnot even the luscious lustre of midsummer sun,but your heartbeat in step with my breaththe scent of you — […]
November letter (again)
Dear beloved, I sit down to writeimagining birdsong, surf and yoursilhouette nuzzled by twilight. I dreamt tonight aboutyour hands, the scent you leftand woke up alone. Nightmares have ceasedit is […]
I don’t hate Mondays
Today the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. The first snow. I had slept well but woke up at five, and unable to sleep any more I […]
Mariachi for myself
I mix tequilatriple-sec,squeeze the limeand let my fingergraze the glass-rimsalt it, servemyself alone. I imagine sea,sounds of surfthe smoky scentof barbecueand music laughter,yesterdayand far away Summer smelledof coriander leavesbut silence […]
Moment Memento
Behind usmoon-kissed seasound of surfscent of salt;sand still warmhands seeks solaceskin on skinwe conversein racing heartbeatswhen a suddendraught of windice the spelland we return foryou to meetagainyour waiting groom. Today […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 