Dream-wolf
One is laced with frost its mate besmirched in blaze; my Janus-eyed mate, my dream-wolf, wordlessly impaling my sleep. Stare-asking —she mutely peers delightfully, with deliberate intent why my pay-check […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Self-cremation
At night our pyre glows with sudden flares as tongues, ensnaring trees, condemned by us, the virtuos wardens turned to butchers, hangmen and assassins; we, the undertakers watch our garden […]
Iron Man
A Man of fortitude shall forge Himself, and know how iron can be tied to muscle-manacles, be gasoline and guns be best to boast but loath how flowers can be […]
Tying the knots
My mother is gone. She actually started to leave long before we realized the depth of her dementia, but when summer was just beginning, she left us for good. Now, […]
Phoenix
Caged in his solitude, moonless and lost the ancient librarian shuffles through dust of seemingly identical chambers for a single truthful apparition in the pulp-fiction-platitudes left in the wake of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 