Unintended vitriol – sonnet for dVerse
when whispers of the moon is quenched by hooting owls and winds fall limp into my tepid heart I feel it slowly builds like muted howls of non-articulated shredded harps […]
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I like what’s giggle-blown – for dVerse
I’d like my words to flutter in the wind like dandelion parachutes giggle-blown in summer evenings I’d like my words to fall like acorns distinctly make impressions in October soil […]
poised with poisonous eczema – haibun for dVerse
She stares with vacant eyes, poised between the urge for syringe bliss and the cold dirge of groping hands. Where did it start, that downhill poison slope? In her pernicious […]
tribute to a bespectacled fortuna -for dVerse
always bullet-proof – that mandatory glass but it’s penetrated by malicious spam from that indigo-shadowed business when this electronic bound allegory rises in cyber attacks from vitiligo fatsos by exercising […]
A chalice of barbiturate – a slanted sonnet
a summer’s day can be a tender kiss when smiling blackbirds sing from thicket’s caves but when the chainsaw screams and timber crash this sudden death in May erase my […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 