Sourmilk and rhubarb jam – for dVerse
My day is sourmilk, and inky clouds of drizzling misery; it’s death and greed of sooted news; a cup of tea and orange juice; cottage cheese and rhubarb jam; redolent […]
Category Archives: free verse
Your absent songs
The cantaloupe’s still sleeping on water vapor condensation rising from the sugar crested waves, to meet Calabrian pine-trees’ need, pregnant with its listless waiting. The fog weighs pelts of sheep […]
What’s fair in bottles?
When fairness lingers indecisive in olive hues of sunburnt skin in raven tresses hidden by hijabs in what’s different from you; it’s your acceptance of the details in what’s fair […]
Do you hear the dead man? – for dVerse
Do you ever hear behind you — empty echoes of the dead man’s careful gait? Do you ever hear his wheezing whimpering for faults of his, that you’ve copied faithfully? […]
an antidote gainst anecdotes – for dVerse
When anecdotal evidence replace a minimum pretence of sense; when antidotes for being led astray into a gut reaction of revenge are censored, hijacked by the industry of making news.com […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 