A keeper of the past
In spring the aged librarian sees in books the bloom; that from the words a growth of pansies and peonies, of columbine and blue forget-me-nots, and there are daisies, daffodils […]
Tag Archives: poetry
(r)evolution
Does it matter afterwards that objects in mirror are closer than they appear? We drove and never cared. When they came, they sneaked upon us from behind, and left us […]
Soul of the underground
Underneath my fingernails a promise caught: for saplings,seeds and bulbs for growths and green for spring for what I dug in fall: A growth from soil (decay and death) form […]
Echo please
Call me back my love. Oh please come please me with an echo. When I whisper — come whisper back. Please. please me with your echo. But if I’m silent […]
Follow your dreams
My dreams are thieves, strange and strained they trespass, sneak on plimsoll soles at night. My dreams are knives and satin, a morning sated, they are odd solutions infinitely non-convergent. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 