Crumbling walls
Parched this soil of me — as in the shadow by this crumbling bulwark only nettles bloom. A soul like mine needs dande- lion strength to sing(e); to sprout and […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Enjoined to write
Thursday afternoon ~ The sound of rain on window – but soon friday #haiku — Björn (@brudberg) March 10, 2011 Every poem I have ever written exist in a digital […]
Still too pale
Teeth of wind ripping wool and ice my eyelash grip my groin remind me that the sunshine still is pale in March Amaya introduce us to the Shadorma at dVerse. […]
Life and love of Slugman
They were mutants; all with superpowers. Each unique at Xavier’s institute. Having strength of storm and agile bones to stretch, or flesh of fire to ignite at will, they had […]
Fire-feathers
You say that ash is all that’s left and yet — watch how fire-feathers flicker still inside the pyre of our past. You only have to blow a single kiss […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 