Only the wisest of us saw – Haibun
Only when you have eaten a cockroach do you appreciate soup. — Ukrainian Proverb Packed into a box-car we all felt Siberia in our empty stomachs. In the rhythmic thud-thud […]
Unintended vitriol – sonnet for dVerse
when whispers of the moon is quenched by hooting owls and winds fall limp into my tepid heart I feel it slowly builds like muted howls of non-articulated shredded harps […]
The candlelight of those that left – for Friday Fictioneers
In the candlelight I see the souls that left crushed in water-grinder of the tsunami carried off into a merciless horizon In the candlelight i hear your gentle voice I […]
I like what’s giggle-blown – for dVerse
I’d like my words to flutter in the wind like dandelion parachutes giggle-blown in summer evenings I’d like my words to fall like acorns distinctly make impressions in October soil […]
moribund in sepulcher bracken
I’m petrified behind my flaccid carapace and billow nauseously in patchouli air while swine-snouted suffragettes enact to purify my everlasting valediction with bombastic threnodies that fill my veins I’m lost […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 