A silent boy
I was a quiet boy who liked to draw, construct, create. Often I withdraw from my boisterous baby sister who filled the rooms with shrieks and laughter. But left alone […]
Tag Archives: poetry
On Lucifer’s slipstream
X-rayed by your razor eyes, bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled, curse me blind with whimpered cries. I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled I feel you, come and hang with […]
Reading spines
His finger traces spines; blind he reads the gilded letters embossed as braille he’s forming stanzas in his mind. Heart of darkness, beating. Wanting. Craving fleur de mal. But the […]
weightless dreams of winter’s past
any journey starts not with the initial step but through fantasy in finding inner blessings purpose of a life in a travel companion living with planning tracing paths with fingertips […]
Curve of hope
The curve of hope is blue it’s winter lips in need of kisses, or the egg that broods for warmth delight of hatch in new beginnings. Hope craves resolution, gait […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 