Drying our wings
When even hell has closed its doors we’re waiting by the river shore empty purses, swaying, waiting. saying: we cannot pay the ferryman. And every night the river suicides will […]
Category Archives: free verse
Midnight woodwork
Yesterday I met Pinocchio — without the strings attached — he sat beside me, on the nightrain leading to another place than here, (somewhere too close to nowhere) His slanted […]
City songs – for dVerse
(I) Urban symphonies that play its strings on steel-beast’s wheel on oily asphalt. Sluggish, lightwormy — the spiderwebs, of urban-life congested arteries, cutting life to microsecond pieces perspiring in the […]
What the grampus whispered about the orchard.
You say perception changes with perspective and if you listen to what grows beneath where slander mycorrhiza will remove your doubt. and it can grow to funghi of a virgin […]
Cinderella does Dallas
Pumpkins turn to silicon 4 cheerleading success. Cinderella knows a ball is just the first beginning. Plattform slippers sliding as shoes are not required. Princes there are many lots of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 