Stalked by shadows
Shadow followed. leading us to shadowsdeeper, dancing painting dreamscapes deepercloser to our death, this draught a purple closereaper’s rattling breath; this gloom a reaper’s. Fair, was sun on those days […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Woodwalk
I walk into the verdant woods alonemy boots are drums and breeze in leaves the stringsa sudden bird-song interrupts; a fluteto hail the morning sun in open glades.I stroll without […]
Aphrodisiacs
Weekend’s here, no more quibblestrings on woodwind, troublesleaving, wings of oysters, bubblingwine and excitement doublesskin on satin, blood is boilinglicking gently, teasing tickle,dribble, dribble earlobes nibble,breathlessly nude, unbuckledshaking wriggles roar […]
The week of skrei
Later in the winter-spring icicles will lace the eaves, great tits welcome the dawn with their “si-da si-da”. I remember that as a kid they were less insistent singing “si-si-da […]
Winter-spring
Step by step the midwinter is passing into winter-spring. Days are getting a little bit longer and when the sky is clear, the sun may even caress you with a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 