A narrow cone of light
My headlamp carves a narrow cone of lightthrough the velvet darkness of the forest’s night,my path is broad and bright, but still, I’m lost,around me, leafless branches wait for frost,the […]
Nettles
Like the itch that lingers after shortcutstaken through growth of stinging nettles,or the reek of bar-smoke on a jacket collarforgotten in my wardrobeor being brought from sleepto calls from reclusive […]
We Titanic
Wild that word,cast carelessly in outrageis the iceberg to Titanic’s furniturerecklessly careeningacross the first-class ballroom, that word you saidbreeds to ice-cold waterslowly swelling inthe iron-belly of our life; that word […]
Breathless through the night
At night I fear to face my dreams, the tingle of what I left undone, the haunting sense of things I lost. At an airport, being late realizing that I […]
Seascape
At the mournful shore with swellsas whalebacks turning, tolling bellsof seachimes; behind the cloud-veiled sky the sun,a bashful orb spilled gold and spunmy sealight. Inhaling this, my moment, minethis scent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 