Hidden Truths
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
Copyright Björn Rudberg Hidden truths exposed as lying smoke; sombre syllables of sullen clouds. Once captured as an asset in their balance…
Monthly Archives: February 2015
Why-twelve?
Under cover of the night, in soldiered secrecy — a fence was raised Manhattan placed in Tennessee, farmland woods transformed to labs and factories. ex-ten, why-twelve: the defense. Separating two-three-five […]
A dragon’s breath
grapes of people in the midday heat seek the vines – of hands and homes alone together, withered bones. a strand of hair plastered to a bayonet not yet her […]
When skin has grown too thin
concerning life, recall the skin etches one molecule at a time until tissue-paper thin – the vein crawls towards what’s left a single day when melodies turn craven to relentless […]
What a gentle footfall tells
Sometimes it’s the smell, sometimes it’s the way they softly plant their feet, sometimes it’s my instinct, but frankly most of the time it’s just pure luck. There are cases […]
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