Running habits
Running has become a habit. Every Sunday I dress in tights and lace my running shoes, and run the same ten kilometers. It starts by following the shore where I […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Blackbird pottery
Just from the blackbird such a song was heard in spring. Just when overheard love flings undeterred and sings. So it hooked and stirred breaking heart to sherd with stings. […]
To a poet with a broken dictionary
When you lost your muse; your perfect notebook clean yet unabused. Soft jazz, coffee, basking in a velvet light. Nothing. Void. No word. You’re flipping through your dictionary finding only […]
Pripyat, Ukraine
Footfalls groaning gravel crushed; moan of wind and crazy doors… In spring the dandelions break through crumbling bricks as mortar dust to death. Where once were windows, stares the empty […]
Lunatic dancing
Sometimes the moon gets bored of staring in the sky and wants to eavesdrop on humanity. She Icarus to earth and walks around to spy on us. You might have […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 