Caesura and a sigh
The aged librarian is the caesura in a reading when we still are silent, waiting to applaud. We glance sideways, shuffle feet, explore the lint on threadbare cloth. And we […]
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An office worker’s song
Hear sounds of night — a lullaby for withered fronds Hear sighs of night — how dark are shadows passing Hear screams of night — of horsemen in his nightmare […]
Another dream
I’m a beetle in a city’s underbelly; unknown to me.. Behind me echoes. Footsteps, heavy, kissed with limp. Ahead an eerie shimmer blinds; is it hope or corpse-light? My breath […]
Christmas steak
At Christmas eve, we served a steak on dinner plates my grandma painted, and when we laid the table I could sense the scent of linseed oil and turpentine. She […]
Spark me verses
Breath- less whispers spark me verses shimmer, breeze o’roses, leaves o’green, curl my toes. You spill me grins bubble open shadows melt my scars You skip, you dance my heart. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 