Being family
We’ll chain your hopes to outpoured milk and burn your laughter with small disasters. Being mother means to be smothered with silk Because you’re our slave and we are masters. […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Holding on to feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – Emily Dickinson How do we hold a precious thing with feathers? How do we spot the hues in all that’s grey? How do […]
Doctor Nikola
Doctor Nikola brings needle tips, electric shocks and bitter potion sips. He peddles hope when all is hopeless, but hands you rope and noose when checks are bouncing. Doctor Nikola […]
The river is complicit
She had been walking by the banks and talked to sailors; in the taverns there were whispers and we made millstones out of rumors even long before the night when […]
The shadow of a boxer
On the edge of shadows with lidless amber watchful eyes we play and prance; two boxers me and him; we circle tiptoe; wait. Soft like snow our footfalls with retracted […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 