Wonder Woman
Willowbender woman — you wind and force of fury, sage and savory; woman sun and rainbowmender, your day today is bright but you are mostly every night, women — you […]
Tag Archives: poetry
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 […]
Winter Spring
The days are colder than they’ve been this winter, but still the cold sun whispers spring. Every day adds another five minutes of daylight and when it’s sunny as it […]
Birdsong
Dearest month of March You have begun with fimbulwinter, with fangs of icicles, in Siberian winds, with a quiver from the beasts below and now I humbly wonder when you’ll […]
The time has come
It takes a kid to see that emperors wear clothes paid for with the blood of other kids. Shame on me; shame on you on every wimp who failed to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 