Water trapped in bogs
Her sentences where rivers once, meandering through marshlands, building into lakes and rushing rapids, heading for the sea. “Why was I never told, that mother’s dead?” She’s angry once again, […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Dinner at the beach
Reflected sunlight ends the breath for us a dinner it’s a death as silver fades on muscled scales, to sizzling oil, from fin to tail, with garlic’s dressed She serves […]
As dreams inhaled
Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence darkly sensed, a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched attracted […]
Unwrapped
Friday belly-dancing, we whipped- cream-screamed; in a what-if-dreamed de- lighted darkness-holler candle-lighted-giggling si-i-i-i-gh oily mess-mass- aged & sweetly sweated lusty ex/stacied a-moaned ent/wined… or no. BUT we pil(low)talked shy of […]
Travel Fever
My fever smells of leather, ail- ment: spells of weather, rivers, slept in tents. Through hail, I left my comfort; shiver with clouds of summits and on roads not taken […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 