Button sighs unsated
A button bold anti- cipated stiff. Streams in stars and silence. It’s important even if a darkly tear of more (or evidence of welcomes). Of broken laps, bones and in […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Not yet black ice
October has arrived and for every day the mornings grow darker. I know that soon it’s time for the first frost. Not the sweet touch of cold painting maple leaves, […]
Nocturnal octet
I. Sleep is drinking tea in familiar surroundings; in a room with paintings from my mother’s home and the old piano where once I taught myself to play “Für Elise” […]
Being garnet
I’m garnet: blood- red — a cool gem on fire, burning for your gilded fist.. Please chain me sober with your metal claws and let me quench my thirst dangling […]
Hot stew
You’re my chili for a chilly day with cinnamon in season; your ginger is the reason — why I stay. You stir my stew with thyme and sage and spice […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 