You cannot invoice sense
Citizenship is brushed to castes with color-coded schemes dividing cleaving chasms in gentrified suburbia. Still crying crayons bleed in murals and concrete blooms as we paint offenses or doodle poems […]
Category Archives: dVerse
To Marlow-guided Jungle paths
In white-out of the wailing weather tethered to a moaning mountain wind; blinded windows rattle, shaking wooden hut, but in the gentle fire-crackling warmth arms stay folded to surprising dreams […]
Veiled stars – for dVerse
little star hiding her shyness behind cumulonimbus words sparkling enigma not for plucking father says aging star waiting for a breeze to clear the sky burning cold only shrinking secrets […]
Why did they save the hair?
When I woke up this morning and realized it was 70 years ago today since Auschwitz was opened. And with hair as prompt at dVerse today, I could not really […]
Cupid branding hearts
With tresses flying, precious petals in your dreaming softness, silky flow. How fire kindles in the arrow’s wind from Cupid’s quiver – branding hearts. You came to me a summer […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 