wolfsbane – for dVerse
Waiting for her wolf while hooded monkshood nod confirming lure of virgin blood she’s caped with wolfsbane folded deep inside her heart hold hemlocked secrets and her foxgloved hands are […]
Category Archives: free verse
with you
The rites of you, my demimonde is like a shining candle for my gray asylum walls there are oranges in your voice and in your gait the lure of Africa […]
our mutual gravity
when bolts of lightning – like dying stars quench the order of our galaxies when our word-hammers miss the anvil and never syncopate the bleeding heartbeats in our overheated forge […]
all you really need
the nights you wake up screaming from dreams that seize you with worms that suck with tender lips your daring resolution to go on the nights when prose lies dead […]
just like the badger – for dVerse
the lazy canopies smother me tonight in their stagnant smell of fall decay I meet a badger on my evening walk and for a brief instant – he looks at […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 