As equals sinking
We were not the crew, not wealthy travelers, not tourists, not musicians but merely third-class pilgrims, emigrants too drunk on hope. Journey-drained we rested, crammed and crannied into pocket-money nooks […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Rats
We, your shadows follow, never seen but ever near, whisker-nosy-nibbling nosh you left for junk, we’re craving, clawing our bellies swelling from your garbage always growing breeding mischief in your […]
Fear of swimming
My primary know-how of crying is mostly to brace this closeness to Styx reeking from ash and embalming, preparing for rigor seeping through veins, and welcome the shadow that walks […]
Thirteen ways of staring at a blackboard
I. Two lonesome lines on a blackboard can converge to both beginning or end. II. The scent of ambergris and sandalwood can still be sensed from a teenage poem secretly […]
You might have been a carrot (unless the rabbit had you for dinner)
You, magician pulled a carrot from your chapeau-clack and boastfully declared that the flawless rabbit that you wished to see is not a carrot but a lustful apparition of a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 