Filled with stars
My first bed was made from wood and Masonite and it was painted blue. I have lucid memories being awake or maybe I should say being awakened, stunned in wonder […]
Tag Archives: prose poetry
A librarian’s name
It was a bright and sunny day when he first entered the library; he had a name that wasn’t borrowed from the books. His name was given and told of […]
Paying the ferryman
My boat is ready, when they come in groups. Orphans, elderly, unshaven men and teenage girls. The mica in their eyes reflect the river; fear; but in their hands they […]
Tepid coffee
We were creatures of the night, consuming decadence of prohibition bars, sultry jazz and acid booze; with smoke of cigarettes hanging from your crimson lips we burnt like moths in […]
Dead Man’s Melons
Dead man still recalls the lost sensations of his final smooth claret, the crystal curvature of expensive glass; cool against his manicured hands, the way his solemn loneliness was reflected […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 