Bad night
We’re waiting, smothered in this cheerless darkness of a dying year, waiting in this lack of light for another dawn to break, waiting for a listless dawn to break the […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Chosen
When I’m low, when skies are grey with merry mirth please make my day, but take it slowly, dear, to cheer me up when you with toddies warm our cups. […]
Glass and silver
I didn’t want his glass and silver to be a lady or to serve him dinner. So I pawned his linen for my lens, went out collecting sinners to fix […]
Water in November
When dawn is breaking, through November mist the trees are merely shadows of a summer passed and when I brush against their branches drops of water trickle down my back. […]
Dark and darker
There is nothing quite as dark as shadows within shadows or lies we’ve spun on lies to veil veracity or slay the facts. There is nothing quite as dark as […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 