Smiling Shrew
with pewter clouds entangled in my brow in ash and molten lead – I have no clue tell me how? tell me how? the sunbeams melting just for you as […]
Category Archives: rhymes
Can crocodiles get wings? – a tale for dVerse
once there was a little sewer crocodile who dreamt that he would see the Nile a chicken’s wish to be a charcoal swan or like when Superman and gods betroth […]
His dreams of landmines – Octave
when cries of sorrow from the distant war’s diluted drumbeats quenched by falling rain I meet his eyes across the aisle – a corpse escaped to safety of sorts – […]
A business idea
“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends” Sylvia Plath – The Bell Jar bare knees on cobblestones examining our gutter exhibition flowing down when […]
when blackthorn’s dressed in lace
when sooty wings obscure the sky as croaking rooks my blood is black when blotchy headlines tell the lies of shadows and unknown attack what once was growing hope is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 