Flaunted flick knives of the dark
Lying on my bed, in constant apparition of the hungry hinges of a crying door. Foggy lantern paints cadaverous sheen on puckered skin and sunken skulls. My nose and fingers […]
Category Archives: free verse
Some days are plastic garbage bags
Some Days are plastic garbage bags barely floating in the murky water of a pond, licked by hungry tongues of lizard’s fog wriggling in my dirty socks. Some days are […]
Ten times ten – for dVerse
Inspired from text fragment from Bleak House Chapter 31 (I) The barking of a dog; little old woman perversely animated. (III) A wretched chimney piece of a peculiar smell curtsy […]
Only in ellipsis …
I see when censorship from jacobian bearded gaffers wielding billhook reason and Kalashnikov persuasion can ablate the satire to a blackout ebony of robed attire and whispered words of cowardice. […]
My steed of steel
From shipyard summer wages I got myself a horse. a soldered steed of tapered steel with gears to match my strength A steed for youthful eagerness, a steed in red […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 