Compassion is closed at night.
Compassion is warmth of torn book pages slowly fed to hungry flames, by a beggar’s hands. Compassion is sound of a lonely coin at the bottom of a tin cup. […]
Category Archives: free verse
Payrise
His gaze too low beading necklace, trickle-sweat between my breast. My voice reflected, percentages are bouncing on his wolfish grin a “No”. My arguments lie spilled, unheard. Pressure cooker-giggling not […]
enameled dreams
Allegro is a cross, nailed to lips its blood a lipstick smile, a heartbeat less than moonlight. Allegro is November joy, the midnight cheer, the goal in unmade beds, the […]
A sharkwind laced with need.
When the windows to my soul are smashed, by blowing shattering glances, gusts of words — as hail pebbles rolling on the hardwood floor. Doors are closed and locked, chains […]
My alabaster idol
My path is wrapped in bramble breathing is a heavy cart shade like shadow at the edge of night; f a l l i n g footsteps fall behind: persistent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 