Come Lemon and Lime
O my amies, elevens of dollars and dimeswhen did we last have an oro to spendfor corrosion of chicks, come lemon and lime.My manos and braces are eager to bendto […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Too good for being bad
I am the sea, the sky, I am horizons far awayyour joy and sorrow, both being bright and gray,it’s me, both business suit and farmhand’s pantsI’m burning ice, I’m flame, […]
Straw mannequin
Wide awake at two AM,a moonless nightthe branches brought by the breezeto pat the window-panespersistently alone, with pieces of my past scattered from the cover of my dreams;growling, scurrying on spindly […]
Mycorrhiza
Below, we thrive,we live and owe our loveto growth aboveto what you see:their swelling fleshtheir pride to rise, to stretchto saturate with toxinwhile finding roomto swell, to drink from mulch and dewwhile […]
The cycle of terror
From hungry soil — from mud of Flanders’ fieldsee us the shell-shocked souls, with hollowed eyes we arethe poppy’s flown, November rain the cries of clay from Sommes, Verdun,and Katowice the rats and lice,the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 