Caveman
This is not a cookiebut a sesame dreamwho opens to Scheherazade’scaves within caveswhere ends are beginningsand dreams are sweeter than rain,and you reach for the jargrab a cookie again,devouring delusions […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Subdued
Darling, my dearestharken my babbling,my dabbling at wooingI wish it would doand maybe to hasten your heartbeat from largo to presto;I might blabber a bit,but my lack of coherenceis simply […]
Reeds
Days have followed days during the pandemic but during the holidays we at least never signed into work. Instead we cleared some space in our cluttered home. Space that we […]
Sower of discord
United, united, frizzled. un-tied we are seekingfor accurate facts in the men-ding of fragments, tid-bits and morsels affirmingbeliefs,beliefs we always have carried deep in the core of our guts; convictionscoming from […]
Night-thirst
The only tune that’s played tonightwhere darkness deeply neststhis bloodlust rushing in my veins,this thirst! I cannot rest.I walk the passage to your roommy footfalls hungry, hushedas perished roses left […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 