her hands are kites
her hands are kites that battle over Kabul the year before arrival of the talibans the windows in her hair are dressed in gauze and in her voice she hides […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Forgetfulness of icicles
‘gainst thunderheads that break a summer heat the sails have never been as pale before it’s like they’re dying in a last defeat to reach a haven and to come […]
Shadows of your lost esprit
divested solitude of dwindling properties we seek evaluation in your pyre of ash you say that loneliness will always have a price of concrete in suburban habitats of burning gasoline […]
Jasmine
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
Does life flourish, heat up, bubble over and burn out Festering faster under a sun deceptively animating? She swooned in fear and…
Carpe Diem Tan Renga – Moritake’s “fallen flower”
a fallen flower flew back to its perch a butterfly © Moritake dancing with the breeze ignoring my dreams © Me or on the darker side a fallen flower […]
