The trail you lost
Spit(e) and ashes — words. A pull of liquid fire flows as worms inside my veins I’m a cuddling want, a wishful night, a silky corpse. I’m the black prose […]
Tag Archives: free verse
Promises the monsoon bring
Parched — your stumbling sentences are smothered by a senseless sun. In silent sweat we waited for the wind we waited for the water a day when in the coolness […]
Ode to my briefs
The secretive protector soft cotton — skin the only thing allowed between my manhood and the roughness of my jeans. White as the last heroic snow remaining on the pavement […]
Boiled potatoes
I grew up on boiled potatoes never rice spaghetti was a feast. Boiled potatoes that I peeled carefully to get rid of soil before I let them sail across my […]
Ebony and weddingdress
Yet again the helicopter sings for Aleppo funerals to come. It brings its load of barrel bombs it brings its gasoline and metal shards to burn and cut the blood […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 