Behind the seventh shelf
Sometimes, when gibbously pregnant the moon descends behind a cloak of clouds to spend an argent night inside his library. She tiptoes in her silken slippers, teases him with flashes […]
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Muddy Monday
Monday’s a heavyset woman wears boots and tramples through mud; she’s dressed in a hand-me-down trenchcoat and as she pulls up the collar to ward off the sleet that is […]
Daylight
I think of spring in terms of daylight more than snow. This morning was the first morning of this year when I saw my shadow while bicycling to work. Sunrise […]
Jack of spades
We raised foolish fake-gold colonnades and slipped our feeble silver-coins into the sweaty hands of the brooding colonel of the underworld to perk a fickle crescent smile from the bottom […]
Wild in wild
Wild in wild your rolling waves, O surge of silence, you — my sea. Today you are as smelted lead no froth no crests kindly coiling beneath this pewter sky, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 