Of phone-sex and c(r)aves
Veiled, your words are shadows copulating on the wall of Plato’s cave, mere promises and dreams a fog who burns at dawn, yet there is a crave in veins and […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Shelled by hue
Broken into order, arranged we’re waiting row by row each hue its own; each shade of you is sorted through; how brittle is your shell? Cause yolks are yellow, brains […]
Caravaggio self seduction
Un-jar me twist me open breeze me grins and knead me shimmered; melt my heart in bubble-journey; make it me and me. Then bring with chiaroscuro brushstrokes, shadow-dance; and lead […]
Striations on the hallow stones
From graves below, in oak-tree’s shadow, hark! A sudden stir in fall’s fermenting leaves; and there from deep beyond a blood filled bark from beasts and monsters, daggered thieves who […]
Eight views of fall
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath the shadows from a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 