Grasping infinity
a morning firework your skin my private vellum finger painting stars together earthbound falling we grasp its infinity Today Toni inspires us to write tanka at dVerse. It’s been a […]
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Pretending we can hear the song
Our song was not of crickets nor of strings it was more in depth of water, timpanies of summer thunderstorms, herons, crows. We neither burned nor froze, yet with fevered […]
Pickled summer
I pickled summer saving shimmered trance breeze of melt and green. I added moss rose musk our solstice dance, and heartbeat skips of moonstone lull. The jar (now twisted shut) […]
Why leave the TV on?
Bottled up I’m jarred from inside tremors as from strings untuned. I’m screaming into empty space, I scribble words with watered ink. How come the mountains shroud themselves in fog? […]
Tipsy toes
On tipsy toes with lucid breath my eyes caress anemic flesh. “We have to leave today”, you say and as I bend my head to nod I see a sag […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 