My love is stronger when it’s lost.
The taste of love is always green, not tender like the leaves of spring or strong like wind through summer pines. but more the bitter bile you feel in mirrored […]
Tag Archives: loss
Dead Man’s Melons
Dead man still recalls the lost sensations of his final smooth claret, the crystal curvature of expensive glass; cool against his manicured hands, the way his solemn loneliness was reflected […]
Breath of turpentine
as pine-trees whisper to the breeze I close my eyes to hear your voice I close my eyes and feel your touch and in their breath of turpentine my life’s […]
The veils of our mirrored maze – Villanelle
I met you deep inside the mirrored maze with chemicals in shadowed gauzy veils my dream’s deception is your absent gaze and far away I’ll glimpse the sunny days while […]
Her gown of white – haibun for trifecta.
With every injection she hoped to meet her mother. Her sweet mother not yet lost to stepfather’s fists. In her drug-induced dreams she was running across orchards outside their trailer […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 