Parting and parsley
Parting is the parsley that adorns a juicy steak: the one you put aside; the one you save for last. You watch it soaked in gravy waiting for the waitress […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Cue or being cued?
I shiver (longing) for a sign for your cue for bat of eyelash for glimpse of teeth for parse of lips for ice to break. I daisy-petal, picking hope and […]
Use your Duchamp pen
How can the bathroom wall be less than art? Bring your Duchamp pen, and make the paleness of its tiles a tale of more beyond what bullies did. Have you […]
Talking to the wall
It’s more my habit than your dream; in how your shadow dances with a whitewashed me. We used to come here once it’s where I first got drunk it’s where […]
Bridging with patience
The previous day we had hardly left the cabin. Ceaselessly the rain had beaten roof and windows, clouds had licked the soil while gusts of wind had shaken walls and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 