Still too pale
Teeth of wind ripping wool and ice my eyelash grip my groin remind me that the sunshine still is pale in March Amaya introduce us to the Shadorma at dVerse. […]
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When silence thrives
Our silence thrives when shame and shamed is answer and response to forbidden groping hands from men of power. Linking a Shadorma for dVerse OLN. Wanted it short and sharp […]
Sleepless in October
it’s not rain nor persistent wind — autumn’s weight is darkness penetrating skin and veins turning blood to stone dressed in shroud of moss and bracken somber songs from corpse […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 