Talking to my dragon
The dragon of midnight tiptoed through bric-a-brac left, through pockmarks on concrete through ember of graphite through body and mind; while black as the rain, he stared through my dreams […]
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Downfall
The sky was different the day the birdsong ceased, (as if they knew) it carried in itself a tepid hue of sick blancmange, That day my skin was drizzle-glazed but […]
Elder bloom
“White elder blossom and dog roses hung in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper, and the hot empty road reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference. High sulky summer sucked me towards […]
Eulogy for mother
Även i sommarens ändlösa skymning drunknar ljuset tillslut i bruset från fjäderlätt natt. Translation to English by myself Even in summer’s limitless twilight the light finally drowns to buzz of […]
Skinny dipping a midsummer night
The seemingly eternal twilight of the midsummer night is ripe with the calls from sparrows and finches, We can hear their hurried movement among bramble and bracken. A doe is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 