My Cause
This,isn’t prosebut a dutyless Monday,and sunlight transformedinto clouds. Thisis the clawsof upcoming Fridaysunknown and unowned,a clause to be closed. Thisis the tensionbetween act and neglect.delinquent, not lost. Thisis my reason […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Blast the halls
The library can not provide a useful thoughtWe seek structures, process, target, goal.Maze be damned, your books are naughtbut dreams, let numbers rule & take control.So burn its books, and […]
Moon-faced manifest
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —Emily Dickenson (1263) This, my Moon-faced manifest —of deeds, reflecting facts,a sleight of hand much lessthan Sunwise blinding acts. We turn to […]
Lost in lust
“Frequently the wood are pink —”Emily Dickinson once before, at night, when frequentlywe kissed and serpently embraced thesea, the sullen waves, the wild wild woodwe knew the taste of soil, […]
The last dance (too soon)
Inhaled persuasive patternsof delightful dreamsto fill the fault lines in a failing worldwe believed the best. pretended and forgot,only to wake up (too late) to realise:this decline could not be […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 