Borders drawn
With borders drawn, on maps and carved through hearts, and barbed with fences, walls and words; it’s the day democracy destroys itself. But you have a choice to close your […]
Tag Archives: blank verse
Once he was the morningstar.
Once the morningstar, a harbinger of dawn his skin’s a woman’s, alabaster bright he rose, beloved, outshining other stars His voice, a gospel, tempting, kissed, the sky eclipsed the night […]
My love is stronger when it’s lost.
The taste of love is always green, not tender like the leaves of spring or strong like wind through summer pines. but more the bitter bile you feel in mirrored […]
A savior at last
In sway of sentences and syllables her purple words were thunderstorm and hail, a pitter-patter of a summer rain against the bruises of his tender skin. Words left behind as […]
Kokopelli’s flute
Where echoes of his ancient flute reverbs, the humpbacked canyon player lingers still. He carved these walls with water sprinkled notes; and blended pollen in the sandstone dust. The desert […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 