Time is red
Time is red burn-rates building deficits and draining benefits when trains have gone I’m left alone. Seconds counting down my sliding loss in building debts of tasks undone. Time is […]
Category Archives: free verse
Why-twelve?
Under cover of the night, in soldiered secrecy — a fence was raised Manhattan placed in Tennessee, farmland woods transformed to labs and factories. ex-ten, why-twelve: the defense. Separating two-three-five […]
A dragon’s breath
grapes of people in the midday heat seek the vines – of hands and homes alone together, withered bones. a strand of hair plastered to a bayonet not yet her […]
When skin has grown too thin
concerning life, recall the skin etches one molecule at a time until tissue-paper thin – the vein crawls towards what’s left a single day when melodies turn craven to relentless […]
I dream of omelets
The order form I placed for sultry dreams of babes contained a minor fault, I tried to place a call, correcting my mistake I might have raised my voice a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 