At midnight by the cliff
Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin. She left her bed, and by the moonlit […]
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Forest memories
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream Khalil Gibran The forest always talks to me, some days in whispered sweetness: how our first kiss tasted, how your […]
Winds of change
Once a wall, dividing, rot from rot we felt a gentle breeze at first blowing in the wind, a flame in hand, the winds of change, breaking bricks and tumbling […]
On feline feet
The night’s a shield, on feline feet he passes watchmen’s lines, to reach across the border to our streets, and there at dawn, he’s found a seat in dust; his […]
When translucent gold is gone
Like water flows my dreams are caught, between your sky and soil, but on a sunbeam lost for wings: as chrysalises turn to silt. When my translucent gold is gone, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 