Compassion is closed at night.
Compassion is warmth of torn book pages slowly fed to hungry flames, by a beggar’s hands. Compassion is sound of a lonely coin at the bottom of a tin cup. […]
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his siren’s singing
with arms like rattlesnakes she captivates and snares in ambrosia-enchanting melodies of icicles and grave-lights lit as his syringe siren’s singing just for him the stars above are sunlit dust […]
poised with poisonous eczema – haibun for dVerse
She stares with vacant eyes, poised between the urge for syringe bliss and the cold dirge of groping hands. Where did it start, that downhill poison slope? In her pernicious […]
Her gown of white – haibun for trifecta.
With every injection she hoped to meet her mother. Her sweet mother not yet lost to stepfather’s fists. In her drug-induced dreams she was running across orchards outside their trailer […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Land of the free and trifecta
The anticipation had been building up a while and the tremors made it hard to handle the spoon, the candle and the leather strap. Still he finally would find his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 