Still too pale
Teeth of wind ripping wool and ice my eyelash grip my groin remind me that the sunshine still is pale in March Amaya introduce us to the Shadorma at dVerse. […]
Monthly Archives: March 2018
On the third visit to the asylum he started to speak
Why do they come?, you ask. Our scientists never could explain the green flashes in the sky. “Meteors”, said one “Aurora Borealis” another claimed. But I have studied them for […]
Life and love of Slugman
They were mutants; all with superpowers. Each unique at Xavier’s institute. Having strength of storm and agile bones to stretch, or flesh of fire to ignite at will, they had […]
Fire-feathers
You say that ash is all that’s left and yet — watch how fire-feathers flicker still inside the pyre of our past. You only have to blow a single kiss […]
Kindle me
Once on fire — now I’m cold I burned too long and faded out — a hearth of ash and longing. Come kindle me with kisses — kindly wrap your […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 