You can call me Al
Before too late, (a first for me) I’m out too see (a)live an aged musician. Tinsel-eyed I wait to call you Al. while people buzz, still crazy after all these […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Dear Bartender
Spill us glassed, your sparkling sips of fairy-green absinthe; pour us g(r)ins of shimmered rose-dance, skip-twist-swirls on ice and melt our minds tonight. Breeze us bold and bring on bacchanals. […]
Yours is my inquest
Fusing for tempests — are you waiting — are you baiting me for sparks? Am I excused — for eardrums I’ve bruised — for willows and wind — for sorrow […]
Shards of us
Unearthed remains of metaphors, a braille of past, with care and glue, we stitched together shards of us; repaired what’s broken with apologies; to maybe last another day, or ‘till […]
A tale of (k)nights
This tale is inked in white: a pause, a silent suite for paws and tail, a breath of barrow-wights. as sweet as apples-pie. before a peal of kirk-bells disturb your […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 