More silence than before
She is more silence with the words more random than before, repeated though. I imagine it’s like mykorrhiza — filaments devouring sense and sentences, and her strength that’s waned with […]
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Water trapped in bogs
Her sentences where rivers once, meandering through marshlands, building into lakes and rushing rapids, heading for the sea. “Why was I never told, that mother’s dead?” She’s angry once again, […]
Her words were avenues
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
Nordic Quatrains
The rusty pot at rainbow’s end Plucked of arms and legs My mother’s secrecy Tethered round her fingerbone Her wild raft is set adrift Forgotten is the hungry road In […]
Last Train (collaborative Twitter-poem)
Last Train by @jdubqca @vivchook @brudberg @permabloom @afcoory @myvogonpoetry — The beautiful countryside of my childhood emerged vividly in my mind as I waited for the last train back to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 