war of waiting – for dVerse
When cordite-green is stained by mud and blood hear — slipping — sound of boots that hug our soil; with faces cut in stone and ash, we wait for orders […]
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thirteenth floor the thirteenth day
on thirteenth floor the thirteenth day a mirror breaks from edge to edge when elevators all are stuck your smoke-filled stairs turn me to stone my room is filled with […]
when evil dreams seem real – for dVerse
formation of cumulonimbus clouds obliterating all the joys of life as Erkling feeds on hearts and sucks your warmth its quenching velvet wings will eat your soul it suffocates and […]
A Sunday Blankverse
I’ve struggled gainst the barriers of this week the weekly waterfall of days now end I contemplate the diamond of today when I can suspend a garden swing In power […]
Jack’s a John – blankverse for dVerse
In shadows of what’s yet to come – he hides intentions of the kills he will commit. He walks the streets alone – a handsome man, in alleys where the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 