You can call me Al
Before too late, (a first for me) I’m out too see (a)live an aged musician. Tinsel-eyed I wait to call you Al. while people buzz, still crazy after all these […]
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Eight views of fall
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath the shadows from a […]
At the therapist
You say it’s only healing while I pick at scabs coping, hoping that someday I’ll learn to live with stitches, stretch of scars and this: my skin’s too thin to […]
Grasping infinity
a morning firework your skin my private vellum finger painting stars together earthbound falling we grasp its infinity Today Toni inspires us to write tanka at dVerse. It’s been a […]
Tipsy toes
On tipsy toes with lucid breath my eyes caress anemic flesh. “We have to leave today”, you say and as I bend my head to nod I see a sag […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 