The Morning Mess – for dVerse
the prose we crave forty three crosses yet not found axes in the synagogue darkness of the words we need that bleed with greedy indexes pointing up or down undulating […]
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a lesson from the smug stairs – for dVerse
November. When tearful loudspeakers wails, conveying somber sofa solitude in everlasting songs of biting fog. November It’s raining heavy spoons, jaded by your thin onion soup lukewarm with regrets. November. […]
You are my melodies – for dVerse
You are the strings that resonate on emptiness, the timpani that syncopate my beating heart; you are conductor’s sheets of unplayed symphonies. Together we explore the starlit harmonies of lightyear […]
Sourmilk and rhubarb jam – for dVerse
My day is sourmilk, and inky clouds of drizzling misery; it’s death and greed of sooted news; a cup of tea and orange juice; cottage cheese and rhubarb jam; redolent […]
What’s fair in bottles?
When fairness lingers indecisive in olive hues of sunburnt skin in raven tresses hidden by hijabs in what’s different from you; it’s your acceptance of the details in what’s fair […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 