Cleaning the house
Every new beginning clingsto the edge, of a pivotalmoment of potential regret;for a sorrow that cannot be measured,but carries in itself a weight,like the sickly smell of lilies leftto decay […]
Category Archives: dVerse
New habits
When wind grew fangs I fetched my winter-coat, my gloves and newsboy cap from the wardrobe. Sufficiently warm I walked alone along the wet streets, swallowing the streetlights. reflecting only […]
Memento Mori
A letter found on the aged librarian’s desk after he disappeared into the deeper levels of the library Dear young visitorwhoever you will be, bright-eyed, blue or notwhen you read […]
Crafting from less
Baker, brewer, poetcrafting more from less;it starts from flour, malt or inkbut with hand and mindand spiced with timethe craftsman, meamalgamates what’s simpleinto complexity for all your senses;so please sit […]
Leaving of Leaves
In western wind awhirlwe sway and swirlwe dance away unboundfrom branch and bough;unwound by wind we sailwe float, we fallset free a whileuntil we find our soilto settle, sleep, decayfor […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 