Two bodies
Two bodies are neither timeless nor the pair of pebbles on a lonesome shore being ground into sand. Two bodies are neither winter dusk nor the warmth of bed sheets […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Dissidecency
They only SCREAM with BROKEN (s)words ALL CAPS bleeding SENSE with voices syllaBLED paraBLED tied to metaphors trickling TRUTHs (through sieves of censorship) and IF you hold the KEY to […]
… and silence is what hurts the most
She versed her voice with lace and spiderwebs to tie me tightly to her pillory and laughed. She spun her syllables to silk to bind me to my whipping post […]
Downfall
The sky was different the day the birdsong ceased, (as if they knew) it carried in itself a tepid hue of sick blancmange, That day my skin was drizzle-glazed but […]
Elder bloom
“White elder blossom and dog roses hung in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper, and the hot empty road reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference. High sulky summer sucked me towards […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 