Of canvas and the lemming’s secret – for dVerse
Norwegian canvas always on his back dressed in shorts and raincoat (as it always seemed to rain) registering in notebook and a camera clic clic constantly a film per day […]
Category Archives: free verse
Same as usual – for dVerse
The pitter-patter of his fingertips echo from the kitchen table, mingling with the fried odour of last week’s food. and the week before. She rushes eagerly – sweeping breadcrumbs, round-and-round […]
a thin veneer to anger management
with just a thin veneer cracked on wrinkled brows, and he is anger-stretched on whitened knuckles. in his tailored suit and alpha-tie insignia he’s yet a white-backed chest-thumper hiding to […]
Sacred fifty-fives
In fiddle-wrecking, mustard-seeking, grasp for comprehension. Should we wreck the sacred fifty-five? of honesty-compression and lugubrious self-exposing, word-explosions beyond the mind-expanding borders of the sacred fifty-five. Should we paint-by-number Friday-ode’s […]
Wrangle-scalpel and honey-fork – Kennings for dVerse
with lashes of your language-dagger you’re cutting pieces with your anger-axe and carve me nicely with your wrangle-scalpel but when you use your temptress-snake and softly twirl your honey-fork around […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 