A letter from my bed
Dear Midnight, I write to you from bed; a special place of sweat and twisted bedsheets, nested deep between awake and dreams. I know you’re busy spreading sand on others […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Augury birds
Once when hours could be wasted, when seconds were not precious, I could listen to the blackbirds in the middle of a step. I could stop and smile, while running […]
Cindered heart
Dark, this burn of afterwards a glacier growing, vacant void, too drained, too cold is this: my cindered heart. Once it flamed, it blazed for bliss of worth, but ash […]
The last of the acorns
The last of acorns from my stately oak now rests; a poem in my open palm and echoes stories that the summer spoke, it tells of rainbows, storms and evening […]
For the stars (if anyone cares)
I sense it: the void I am filling with sixty percent water, some average bones (more solid than air); yet my thinking is silent and dreams are much more than […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 