A winter Shroud
Pomegranate. The open wound was cut deep & cloud-drinking with pain; it’s storm-bleeding and sleet-dancing, gaping — full of thirst — to shrouds; to fevered fermentation of the ash; digging […]
Category Archives: free verse
The Morning Mess – for dVerse
the prose we crave forty three crosses yet not found axes in the synagogue darkness of the words we need that bleed with greedy indexes pointing up or down undulating […]
a lesson from the smug stairs – for dVerse
November. When tearful loudspeakers wails, conveying somber sofa solitude in everlasting songs of biting fog. November It’s raining heavy spoons, jaded by your thin onion soup lukewarm with regrets. November. […]
The world according to G20
Their fractured words are superglued to sentences of false pretense. In sooted fingerpaint they smother memories of calamity might. Their sulfur orders wither the fraternity delight. When broken brotherhoods are […]
compensating closeness
compensating closeness with another anonymity of amorous affirmation massive muscled exhilaration exhaled to floodlights and rhythmic beats that rip my heartbeats raw hands go: clap clap clap stagedived closures burning […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 