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 […]
Tag Archives: poetry
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 […]
No strings attached
When you expecta curtsy,a blessing,a prayer,a sketch from a childin return formorsels and tidbitsit’s merely a tradea tiny transactionwhere you set the rules; Being nobleis only when givingis namelesswith no […]
Moon River’s Call
We stood by the riverof moon-spilledslivers of silver,but that nightthe love in your eyessparkled, outshinedthe celestial shimmersky had to offer. Now shore-boundI’m waiting, alonewith the moon-rivercalling me backto rememberyears that […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 