Alone on Christmas Night
The vicious voice of winter is the pock- marked strangler sneaking up behind you in an alley filled with bums and winos, when you are lonely on a Christmas night. […]
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A carcass in the snow
Winter is the broken bridge between forgetfulness and memory of songs. Winter is the idle smell between the cinnamon and spring, it’s a carcass in the snow. Winter is forgotten […]
A sapling found
O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns are shed, your silver slips through fingertips of frozen branches while from the deeper downs, perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips […]
Untethered from the winter’s seal
Like lead: still burdened by the winter’s seal come break it, have the yoke of onus banned With sun’s delight, we say farewell to night a blowing wind, to lift […]
When will the summer melt my frozen tears?
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 