born in ice and fire – for dVerse
Atlantic island born in ice and fire where clouds are kissing shores with rain awake again adventurous desires I easily from sunny shores abstain No, give me brimstone smell and […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
His dreams of landmines – Octave
when cries of sorrow from the distant war’s diluted drumbeats quenched by falling rain I meet his eyes across the aisle – a corpse escaped to safety of sorts – […]
The wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym – a sonnet
Your porcelain habit left with visions split between the wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym and pimple scars that leave precision pits Now drink to fortunes of the gorgons grim Then […]
Our friend agape
When tempests whisper lies to me and only rabbits tell the time digested is Apollo’s crime as long as Charon get’s his fee Then even ISIS can’t escape the duldroms […]
thirteenth floor the thirteenth day
on thirteenth floor the thirteenth day a mirror breaks from edge to edge when elevators all are stuck your smoke-filled stairs turn me to stone my room is filled with […]
