In the wakeof your absence,a shadow of warmthstill lingers in OURking-size beddevoid of your weight. Awakened,those razor-blade wordsyou hurled when we partedrepeat and repeat,voluminous, vilethey surge my bedroomwith turpitude, darkness,and […]
She was a hoarder, momsaving pebbles and coinsrandom pictures and art.collected, gathered, saved With her glass in my palmI recall the layers of dustonto maps and the chartsfor the stuff […]
I fear my dearyou wouldn’t carethe leastif you could scareme stiff with beastsyou breedwith ghosts you hostwith veins, you bleedand flesh you roast.My dear — I fear you notmy daemon […]
A rain of missiles from abovemorning kamikaze droneshurled at playgrounds,bicycle paths in the morning rush,on residential houseson anything resembling normalto cause fear,to terrorize the sleep-deprivedhunkering again in subway stations.This should […]
I haven’t named my sourdoughit would be an omen,to bring you bread unleavened,faint and flat just like the friendyou hold too dearwho brings you sorrow in betrayal,the sourdoughyou love too […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
Björn Rudbergs writings 