In a ramschackle pub by the dock
The foghorn wailed, when at the bar through scurvy teeth a sailor hissed and slammed his fist. “Tonight I’m pissed” the room went silent, barmaid jarred remembered nights before the […]
Category Archives: dVerse
The girl from yonder yore
From edge of woods she came in trance a girl I’ve never seen before. On solstice day I asked to dance that girl from yonder yore. When twilight’s close to […]
It’s not the falling
If ever caught in whirls of winds; twisting, turning dancing you insane, be sure, be warned beware: that when you land to check for ruby-slippered feet of witches squashed. Cause, […]
Aqua Regia
As darkly butterflied, you whispered velvet lull in affirmations of deficiency as ghosted winds, in scream like twisters you broke apart the bonds, dependencies you were my aqua regia, acid […]
Darkness, fantasies
In this darkness, fantasies of bat-winged faeries flies (or lies), fingertips and wings are soft as a velvet brush. it’s breath is cold a rush of air (or not). The […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 