Pickled summer
I pickled summer saving shimmered trance breeze of melt and green. I added moss rose musk our solstice dance, and heartbeat skips of moonstone lull. The jar (now twisted shut) […]
Tag Archives: dance
Call at your expense
We dance ourselves in greed around these golden malls. We worship clothes, designer brands expenses call. We dance ourselves in greed around this burdened soil We claim democracy was bought […]
On wings of trust
Against the black winged sky, a sultry sun plays peek a boo with winds — the tempest temptress. You… You pull me closer, closer, to the precipice. But yet a […]
Snaring lords a-leaping
Your nape is bent, with gentle weight of snow, the strands of hair reflecting light; as gold your eyes are tinsel under mistletoe. This night I shiver, bent in night […]
Carpe Diem – Dance
moment of their death whirling with the wind the leaving leaves entangled in your hair telling you au revoir Linked to Carpe Diem — January 12, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 