The random spectre of staying
Poem me with milk and honey, whisper marigold and pansies, sing me scents of sunny. Poem me in ash and charcoal, ink my veins with venom, sting me silly, close […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Escape or yet a prison?
I see a staircase leading to the stars; to his bedroom upstairs. For far too long, we have been locked by poverty and war. Between the bombings in Damascus to […]
Hemlocked
In the shadows by the lake I wandered wondered why the water hemlock’s scent sent waves of crimson sweetness through my veins, bane of summer (her) wants me to be […]
Aconitum
Bittersweet — those wolfsbane words (maybe, maybe not); aconitum. sending venom through my veins. In the first of circles — limboed, I waited, stranded, numbed in the Nightshade blessings, live […]
My fingers cannot curl
In school we learned to write in cursive, and I still recall how we used to copy texts of dinosaurs. The Brontosaurus and Triceratops were teachers showing me how to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 