A harvest quenched – a paradelle for dVerse
The harvest moon leaves silver filaments at sea The harvest moon leaves silver filaments at sea Braided in the tresses of your golden hair they shine Braided in the tresses […]
Mathilda’s flight – for Friday Fictioneers.
When Mathilda closed her eyes she still saw the muzzles of Kalashnikovs, held by trigger happy boys drugged to do the wet jobs for ruthless war-lords. Her soul bore the […]
Obscurity of hovercrafts – for dVerse
the secrets of the sky reveal itself as cloud formations modify themselves into obscurity of hovercrafts pretending to be elephants I tell it to the swaying kelp I sing it […]
her hands are kites
her hands are kites that battle over Kabul the year before arrival of the talibans the windows in her hair are dressed in gauze and in her voice she hides […]
Forgetfulness of icicles
‘gainst thunderheads that break a summer heat the sails have never been as pale before it’s like they’re dying in a last defeat to reach a haven and to come […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 