Lying hands of mine
Sometimes able, hands of mine could never master minor keys; my hands were way too playful, fingertips on ivory frightened stiffed when touching blackness felt in ebony that only ink […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Moonlight skis
When I remember father it’s mostly his vicious temper, when the weight of the world ready to cause an outburst, his fits of rage in front of the television. His […]
A man of stone
Between its ticking motion and the stay your wailing lingers were resentment sits in pretentious sports arenas; this display. of pompous yelp with fabricated wits a politician gag in schadenfreude […]
Stagnant kindness left
You wait for signs when days are not as trenches of your battlegrounds. You wait for days when wildflowers are touched caressed by hands and not as weed with unsheathed […]
Don’t groan, grin
Why do you grin in pain with crack- led lips when friends are near? Why do you smile at sun when miles remain before you reach a goal? Why don’t […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 