October sky
Dented pewter-sheets are hanging low, and weigh my brow, it’s neither sunset cotton-candy-fluff of summer nights nor striations carved on indigo. It’s not the thunder- heads of rage exploding ‘fore […]
Tag Archives: poetry
It’s always darkest…
In dusk when rust of hills is crowned with gold the veins of rivers fill with blood and rooks have gathered waiting for the wind to rest. That’s when you […]
milky sea
we sipped silence once we stripped and skinny dipped in milky sea you sat with kelp beside me mute and wet in fluorescent skin were you selkie? were you dream […]
Likely in my black fedora
Likely I will dress for Halloween in rubber boots, an oilskin coat, and kid-skin gloves. Likely on my head the black fedora that shades my face from prying eyes. Likely, […]
Five ways to use a mallet
There were caw of crows a fence around the headstone and his broken mallet overgrown with grass. A mallet argument bludgeon better than convinces, maybe silence is a question. We […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 