Left for a djinn
The ship clock strikes twelve but it’s not too well I’m almost warm with a tepid pillow to console me as I lay here thinking of what I once held […]
Tag Archives: poetry
September
On Sunday night September came walking dressed in night with rubber wellies on her aching feet, she strode through streets to shake the leaves from boughs and check if yet […]
Constant hum
Since many years ago, my body has forgotten the way it sometimes aches when I had used my arms, how my back could be in pain from bending low to […]
Burning Rome
I remember entering the antechamber humming to the music blasting in my ear-buds as the flicker of the fire was eating Rome alive. I remember how the orange blended with […]
Capricorn eyes
The void I carry at night has never a weight built from vices and shame in my unwilling dreams. Shameless I sleep, but find that the void is a lady […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 