The first in first perspective
When I see eyes of children starving, bellies swollen. I wonder if my problem lies in first of first perspective. The I in I, the eye for eye and maybe […]
Category Archives: free verse
Stare freed
Stare-freed stir-fed pony- tailed (told) in id- led linge- red robin’s gli- ded, gilded songs. Straight blacked thistled dead & casketed. For Shawna’s thistle — February 23, 2016
Finale in minor a
With scraps of food from dumpster-diving sewer-salvaged in her rat-tailed hair she crosses barefoot her deserted streets. Scavenger on acid, she was once a flower child, blessed before she met […]
Anger management needed
Pressure building — boiling bubbled – bled – he’s led to anger. His brow is danger-veined crimson (crimed), sweaty and on syllable-machetes rip with screams rooms apart. Before he bottled […]
Bubbled and bewitched
Boldly bursting, I am bubb- led by your presence being. You, my rain- bowed specter guardian, jailer, sweet protector. I’m daisied lolling, crazy windblown sailing mindblown done for, trapped inside […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 