Reaper of the grass
I prefer to use a scythe and be the reaper of the grass, a silent swoosh as I caress – Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh and smoothly cut the straws. It’s so […]
Category Archives: dVerse
foghorn and hibiscus tears
like ripe cherries she’s a hibiscus in the morning dread harbor wakened – foghorns wails – wooh wooh but still among the ships missing missing always missing S/S Endeavor wooh […]
Ballerina dreams – 55 words for dVerse
Exercise and struggle in competitiveness the false friendships kisses cold as ice Ballerina dreams a white swan among the black with prince in thundering applause But dreams are shattered as […]
Freedom to be free – sonnet for dVerse
Is freedom something that we truly want? to do the tough selections for ourselves should you for others then be nonchalant? and let their wishes be, and kill their health […]
The last tiger’s letter
I write my letters as I can my paws, though strong, lack the finesse expressing my disgust for plans that me, and our habitat oppress You say my strength is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 