Rain away
My moon’s a garden black repulsive lie a forest scream; rain away, sweet girl my dream – run and shadow less; barefoot shot like lightning, drooled we worshipped blue skin […]
Tag Archives: dVerse
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inked on parch- me(a)nt, white words played, cut and hyp- hend bent are still preciser briefer — sliced, de- leted than my sentenced sense pretense in prose. Today at dVerse […]
Next departure
Next departure was for Innsbruck, and leaving Vienna I thought: why not Tyrol and as usual I found compartments filled with fellow travelers; our intentions set to maximize the miles […]
Dear Equinox
Come melt me, thaw me, lip me with your sips of sun dissolving snow. O light of March dear equinox come melt me. let me bubble throw my socks. Dance […]
Stagnant kindness left
You wait for signs when days are not as trenches of your battlegrounds. You wait for days when wildflowers are touched caressed by hands and not as weed with unsheathed […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 