Lasagna and blackthorn
One day a year ago we came home with a crockpot, and since it has renewed our cooking. Maybe it has came with age, but I’ve grown to prefer slow […]
Category Archives: dVerse
A keeper of the past
In spring the aged librarian sees in books the bloom; that from the words a growth of pansies and peonies, of columbine and blue forget-me-nots, and there are daisies, daffodils […]
Soul of the underground
Underneath my fingernails a promise caught: for saplings,seeds and bulbs for growths and green for spring for what I dug in fall: A growth from soil (decay and death) form […]
Echo please
Call me back my love. Oh please come please me with an echo. When I whisper — come whisper back. Please. please me with your echo. But if I’m silent […]
Save the wrecked
This poem is a pledge for sanity, a wishbone sacrifice, a hymn to truth, a ledge of safety, a time to rest before we face divides. That’s why I read […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 