My cocoon
This night is not a rose but sea and thorns, a gilded mirror, chandeliers and gneis, the end and new beginnings, moss and stones a story and a dream. This […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Making plans
Blue in blue, my tires sing on gravel — sing the praise of beach and balls, of being sailor, pirate and to travel on the seven seas; to see it […]
Lingering Daylight
Daylight lingers after sunset; sky is raspberry lemonade and from above the birds still sing. Night will come, but in a few month from now dusk will merge with dawn. […]
On the edge of spring
Spring is water, sluggish creeks decaying scent of leaves the winter left, persistent drizzle, tears on cheek, but soon it’s green — spring is best. Linked to dVerse OLN where […]
Holy Madness
I heard on radio about Jerusalem Syndrome: a madness gripping visitors: dressing up in hotel bed sheet and makeshift sandals giving sermons in the tongue of John the baptist or […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 