Rain away
My moon’s a garden black repulsive lie a forest scream; rain away, sweet girl my dream – run and shadow less; barefoot shot like lightning, drooled we worshipped blue skin […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Lacerations
The words that lacerated sentenced sentences, inked on parchment from the ancient laws are left to be deciphered later in the antechamber behind the door of this, your dusty crypt. […]
A guest in spring
“But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.” ― Gwyn Thomas The path I follow feels unfamiliar, but there is strange reassurance in being a […]
Birdsong
From Axis by Octavio Paz The way you’re caressing my earlobe with kittenlike tongue and seeking in tickle of sense to burn me with sun of precision incision in touch, […]
Looking at tea-leaves
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 You’re not a mirror where reflected, I can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored love or honeysuckle dusk, never soft as dew; but you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 