Uncharted
I was born while stillthe world had a few unchartedpieces, parts less knownexcept as shadows, by a name,by a history of polar expeditionsby its ice, its rocksby being far away:my […]
Tag Archives: memories
Nettles
Like the itch that lingers after shortcutstaken through growth of stinging nettles,or the reek of bar-smoke on a jacket collarforgotten in my wardrobeor being brought from sleepto calls from reclusive […]
A-buzz
In the grass-sea a-buzz with the flies growing fat on the faeces and corpses the vultures have left, I gaze at the battle-field sky, carelessly blue — the same as […]
Nothing can be perfect
We have a bearskin in our living room it meets me every day with open mouth. I don’t know where or why it met its doom my father bought it […]
The prisoner
I’m prisoned – cringe at pasty faces, grins and hate from fellow inmates, noise of jailer’s lock and key. serving stew at dawn. Exotic roaches, rats and worms. are company […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 