To Marlow-guided Jungle paths
In white-out of the wailing weather tethered to a moaning mountain wind; blinded windows rattle, shaking wooden hut, but in the gentle fire-crackling warmth arms stay folded to surprising dreams […]
Category Archives: free verse
Memories carved in granite striations
The rust in your eyes is shallowly panting; in flaking decay like the timely striations of granite – the dreams from the glaciers carved the notes once sung divinely that […]
Why did they save the hair?
When I woke up this morning and realized it was 70 years ago today since Auschwitz was opened. And with hair as prompt at dVerse today, I could not really […]
The soot that’s settled
Even with an aim beside scorched in miles of words, in silky chimes of bullets maybe bruised like butterflies. Soot still settle deep as spirits spilled on ink. My mind […]
Hunger in the candlelight
The hunger in the candlelight a rush of breath a breathing — tickling circling like a satellite crushing petals fingerpainting slower still as melting chocolate drip onto our borrowed skins […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 