A child of ocean
A child of the ocean swathed in shades of blue and dashed with sunny writes of romance. Lo! hear words are flowing flowered blooming bright from warmth of south with […]
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A carpenter apprentice
When you build your home, carpenter apprenticed, from its walls to roof, from the carpets to its paint carefully selected (you might think), and afterwards you invite some friends for […]
ink
inked on parch- me(a)nt, white words played, cut and hyp- hend bent are still preciser briefer — sliced, de- leted than my sentenced sense pretense in prose. Today at dVerse […]
War of ants
I’m from the weighted coldness of a key-chain round my neck, when all my friends had mothers waiting with a snack. I’m from dinner-tables where my father spoke alone, and […]
Our Laughter
Afterwards. When only veins remain, when the bursting buds of love, the “yes” and tingling taste of flesh has faded, there is silence. Today. Fine lines of sorrow etch your […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 