Scent of snow
How can you name the scent of snow or the gentle kiss of frost? How can you set the sounds of dusk to music when it tastes of tears? How […]
Category Archives: dVerse
The last dance & afterward
When the final song has trickled gently through the halls your hand is resting on my chest, my breath is nesting with your hair; I wonder how tonight may end […]
Come Lemon and Lime
O my amies, elevens of dollars and dimeswhen did we last have an oro to spendfor corrosion of chicks, come lemon and lime.My manos and braces are eager to bendto […]
Too good for being bad
I am the sea, the sky, I am horizons far awayyour joy and sorrow, both being bright and gray,it’s me, both business suit and farmhand’s pantsI’m burning ice, I’m flame, […]
Straw mannequin
Wide awake at two AM,a moonless nightthe branches brought by the breezeto pat the window-panespersistently alone, with pieces of my past scattered from the cover of my dreams;growling, scurrying on spindly […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 