silence with the weight of lead – anaphora poem for dVerse
the silence of what’s never said the silence in our empty rooms the silence that I always dread the silence is like noxious fumes the silence when you walked away […]
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scabs of ink stained fingers
my ink stained fingers carry the black memories of the morning news but I cannot bear to soil sparkling garden dew therefore nature’s innocence still remains untouched my itching scabs […]
Towards the end
towards the end togetherness in solitude towards the end when nothingness remains to mend exist in passive attitude repeating mundane platitudes towards the end Today in dVerse Tony will teach […]
the twin within
we struggle & fight in constant battle with an evil twin we carry deep within we’re like a Janus hiding second face just acting Doctor Jekyll & hide our Hyde […]
the philosopher’s lamp
the saloon! the speaker suddenly exclaimed: clinging with one hand a few seconds darkness aided by the faint and having watched for the spar deck above their heads, his comrade […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 