Arrangement for eight feathers
I Five feathers at dawn in company with two coins in the paper cup gently squeezed between a beggar’s knees. II. Your shadow is more the apparition of a thought […]
Category Archives: free verse
Of phone-sex and c(r)aves
Veiled, your words are shadows copulating on the wall of Plato’s cave, mere promises and dreams a fog who burns at dawn, yet there is a crave in veins and […]
Shelled by hue
Broken into order, arranged we’re waiting row by row each hue its own; each shade of you is sorted through; how brittle is your shell? Cause yolks are yellow, brains […]
Caravaggio self seduction
Un-jar me twist me open breeze me grins and knead me shimmered; melt my heart in bubble-journey; make it me and me. Then bring with chiaroscuro brushstrokes, shadow-dance; and lead […]
This side’s no longer wild
Belied and taken, brought to underbelly alleys wild enough to see the free of stairwayed heavens Holly’s sullied, desecrated, flailing shaven failing on the wilder side of falling. Darlinged, one […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 