Dissidecency
They only SCREAM with BROKEN (s)words ALL CAPS bleeding SENSE with voices syllaBLED paraBLED tied to metaphors trickling TRUTHs (through sieves of censorship) and IF you hold the KEY to […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
… and silence is what hurts the most
She versed her voice with lace and spiderwebs to tie me tightly to her pillory and laughed. She spun her syllables to silk to bind me to my whipping post […]
After posing my proposal
The fickle frets I felt in smell of sweat, with odd or even daisy- petals dealt in anxious wait for you to spell my doom in black or bright to […]
Battlefield green
In the year of the dragon we saw spring turning ashes of war into battlefield green; we listened to wheels from the gravedigger’s wagon drowning in nightingale’s song; we slept […]
Lies of a dice
Every dream is a cross-road where the pilgrim in you is offered the choice between dragon and mice or whetstone and knife and you’re given advice from the lies of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 