Heart of stone
If we were masonswe would see,how in every stonedwells the heartof libraries, compassionand cathedralsand bridges closing chasms. yet we cease to listento the granite’s heartbeatbuilding prisonswalls to set apart,and castlesfor […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Game
I never was the cool or chicI was not le freak,not wild – I merelymixed my tapesprepared to bloom when coolmeant mathor having read Camus,but still I knew the movesand […]
Anemia
it is not as the white silence of the first snow covering the wilted flowers, not the ambience of city streets of dawn before the mailman arrives. It’s not the […]
Coward
Behind the curtains shadows danceda fight of fists, perchance a lance.Then splattered blood I stood in trance. I never heard the scream, I smelledher blood, I saw my neighbor felled;That […]
Cloudberry Paths
Mountain recollectionslinger in the tasteof cloudberries spoonedover ice-cream slopes. I shut my eyesdream to bendto pick the mire gold,creamy soft,preserved for this. You feed me berriesmaking mountain-plansfor paths to walkfor […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 