A smiling man
They said he smiled between the bursts of death a student with a parasol that hid an AK-47. They said he smiled and laughed when tourists ran. Maybe in this […]
Category Archives: free verse
The trail you lost
Spit(e) and ashes — words. A pull of liquid fire flows as worms inside my veins I’m a cuddling want, a wishful night, a silky corpse. I’m the black prose […]
Slavery of Chlorophyll
My garden rests heavy with the weight of rain drained at evening from the growth from daylight slavery from chlorophyll machinery from nagging voice of seize the day. “Do the […]
Promises the monsoon bring
Parched — your stumbling sentences are smothered by a senseless sun. In silent sweat we waited for the wind we waited for the water a day when in the coolness […]
The poison of another night
My crystal’s filled with sips & butts: Jack Daniel’s nights; and nicotinic songs are colliding in tectonic aftermaths towards the morning afterward. and there, as ashtrays brimming with lip-sticked filter-tips […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 