Lying hands of mine
Sometimes able, hands of mine could never master minor keys; my hands were way too playful, fingertips on ivory frightened stiffed when touching blackness felt in ebony that only ink […]
Category Archives: free verse
Merging tributaries
You were my darkness, voids between explosions warmth of marbled flesh, blood in crosshaired wait. Our limbs were floods, a merge of tributaries, trickled beads on skin our wont. Our […]
Befriending gravity
Touched by able voices rationed prospects, aspects negotiating suspect matters drafted paperworks liquidated damages yet unpaid. Left to choices worked with hunger (meant) I’m nourished le(a)d befriending gravity afterwards. From […]
Stagnant kindness left
You wait for signs when days are not as trenches of your battlegrounds. You wait for days when wildflowers are touched caressed by hands and not as weed with unsheathed […]
Don’t groan, grin
Why do you grin in pain with crack- led lips when friends are near? Why do you smile at sun when miles remain before you reach a goal? Why don’t […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 